Every Breath You Take
I've lost ten kilos. It didn't leave the way you'd assume - and the actual answer is stranger and more obvious than pissing, shitting, or sweating it out.
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I Deserve a Fucking KitKat
It's not really about eating the thing. It's about deciding I deserve it, and then seeing how long I can leave it sitting on the desk while I get on with a day's work.
Psychological Warfare
Sat with a cup of tea, thinking about a KitKat, and my mouth starts watering. That's not supposed to happen if it's just in my head.
The Doughnut Situation
A four-finger KitKat surviving three days on my desk, then my wife puts a bag of yellow-label custard doughnuts and a cup of tea right next to me. This wasn't a clean win. It was a genuine fight, and I very nearly lost it.
Under 15 Stone
95.2kg today. A hundred grams was all it took to tip from one side of the 15-stone line to the other, after hovering right on it for the best part of a week.
25% Less
Trying to actually live by Friday's plan to cut the rum measure - a smaller glass, a battle I didn't win, and a silver lining that's real even if it isn't the one I meant to earn.
The Golden Dose
The pen ships with more than four doses' worth in it by design. What's actually left over after the fourth injection, what the manufacturer's own guidance says about it, and what it means in milligrams if you use it anyway.
24 Units
I've got pretty good at noticing when I don't need the food. Turns out I needed to point the same question at what's in my glass.
The Invoice
Half a burger, a very good Kung Po, and a battle with the biscuit tin I actually won - followed by my gut presenting its bill the next morning.
The £10 Burger
A posh burger van, a venison burger I didn't finish, and the difference between stopping because I'm full and stopping because I just don't like it enough.