I had no idea how much sweating I've been doing these last few days. Jesus I can sweat.
I've lost over 3 kilos of myself in water into my bedsheets. So my bed has gained weight where I have lost it. It can't just have been the thin layer of skin I shaved off my forehead - that wouldn't account for the sudden drop.
There's also the evil Mancunian food that tried to clog up my plumbing - so to fight back I ate only fruit which very quickly broke down the resistance of the invader curry but went the other way and turned my arse into some sort of horror fountain.
Anyway - all is good. The child of fat is armless again - and the poor little mite has gone and lost a foot too. Things are looking up.
Keep going forwards now. No cheating. And buy some Fisherman’s Friends!!!