09-01-18
My in-laws are kind, compact people who have now flown back to Iran and we miss them greatly. So, foodwise, we should be back to some kind of routine. No more Persian mystery cakes, or Turkish breakfasts. I don't seem to have put on any weight since New Year's Eve, which is encouraging. I haven't lost any either, despite two particularly demanding days at work, during which I have drunk only water, rather than Red Bull, sweetened coffee or Chinotto, so I'm a little disappointed at the same time. It's not 1800hrs yet, though, so I could put on all the clothes I have and run around the flat to sweat some off before I hit the scales. We're not at that stage yet. I've had a cold for about a month which now seems to be shifting, slowly. Grudgingly. Like a teenager being woken on the morning of an exam. Was thinking about hitting the allotment tomorrow for some cardio, while Nisha's at nursery, but it's supposed to...