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I am the incredible shrinking man. After starting on 98.7kg on September 20th (when I got my dubious blood test results back from my incredibly cute GP) I hit 88.9kg at the gym yesterday. Yet it kinda feels like I do once my birthday comes around. By January 2nd I've already factored in being that old for a month or so. Thus, I've already started thinking about what comes next rather than celebrating the moment. So... maybe aim for 85kg by February? Can I still be so anal about eating porridge for breakfast, skipping pastry and walking to work for another two months, especially as one of those months is December? Yeah, I reckon I can be that anal.
In short, subdued woo!
In short, subdued woo!