I'm Gutted

Before I started the official pre-training for Paris a few weeks ago, I got on the scale. Much to my unamusement, the number was a bit higher than I'd expected (yes, I do have a mirror, but still).

Since I'vereturned to the run, several people at work have been telling me it looks like I'm losing weight, to which I tell them they're very kind but should visit their local SpecSavers.

I got on the scale today and the number is 4 pounds higher than the pre-training weigh-in. I'm sure that has nothing to do with my dinner of uncooked pie dough a couple nights ago. Or the macaroni and cheese I had for lunch.

It's called carbo loading, right?

Here comes Santa Claus ...