Yesterday I had some hot cross buns and cereal for breakfast. Lunch was a french stick with a lump of paté the size of a house brick. Supper began with a couple of beers while I fried up a panful of liver and onions and bacon, which we ate with thick gravy, mashed potatoes and sprouts. I polished off a bottle of Cape Pinotage, then a tub of ice cream and a wedge of stilton, with a bar of chocolate as a nightcap.
This morning I appear to be four pounds heavier than I was yesterday. Very curious.
A quick three miles this afternoon. And by my standards, I do mean quick. I think this might be one of the first times I’ve ever run three miles in comfortably less than half an hour.
Yesterday’s food intake was clearly spot-on.
