What Happened Next.

Needless to say, the week that followed with Ralph and Tyron in town and myself on holiday I practically lived on chocolate cake and vodka. This week I ate Mexican in Covent Garden, Oriental in Soho, French at Waterloo, Fusion at Camden and British in Kingston. Come Saturday I thought it might be possible that I had maintained my weight again, although it was a pipe dream and I weighed in at 15 stone 7 lbs. I had put on three pounds – but my God it was worth it. I really have my work cut out if I am going to get back on track.