Right then. Just back from Fat Fighters and I put on a pound. How did that happen? I haven’t done anything different this week. Well apart from lay prostrate on the sofa for two days and eat junk , while watching the Biggest Loser on DVD. I know, it’s a contradiction in terms. Maybe I was hoping that I would lose weight by osmosis. I didn’t. What I find most unfair about the whole thing is that I weighed myself before I went (yeah I know, why waste my money), it’s a bit like having a cleaner and tidying up before she gets here, but I used to do that too, when I could afford one. Nowadays, I just wade thigh deep in clutter and lose things. My mind mostly. The sting in the tail is that I weighed myself when I got home too (oh have a word!) and that pound had disappeared. So clearly, someone somewhere is conspiring against me. Perhaps it’s the elves in the skirting board, or the bats in my belfry. I think I’ll have a bun. I need something to eat with my medication……….