What a beautiul day-hey-hey!

Whoo-hoo! Another 2 pounds lost. That makes 12 pounds (or six bags of sugar) in 6 weeks. Nearly a stone sounds better though doesn't it!  Weighing on a regular basis can cause major stress though.

Boots is a good mile walk away from my workplace. With my bad knee (yawn) it takes about 15 mins to get to the store. I tend to go along a residential street so apart from the Council digging up the road here and there, I face little obstruction en route. However, Fridays are probably not the best day to speed walk through a shopping centre. After a few body swerves Barry John would be proud of, I reach the glass door of Boots. This is where trepidation comes in. Have I lost anymore weight? Or more importantly is the bloody machine out of order! 

The machine is in sight, and in order, some 20 yards away, and no-one is on it or looking to go on it. With an extra burst of pace I sidestep the roll-ons and position myself directly in line between the expensive sandwiches and "personal" products. Someone ahead of me is moving towards the machine - don't you dare! DON'T YOU.. oh,it's okay, she's just gone into the lift next door to the machine. I knew this all the time really ;-)

The machine is mine, all mine!  Time to strip off. Winter coat and shoes, that's all.  Okay, in goes the 50p (10 shillings!! Remember when it used to be a penny!) "Measuring Weight and height"  "Please stand still".  On a secretly stashed post it note I have last weeks weights in imperial and metric.  If I haven't lost any weight in pounds I will switch to metric and claim any 0.whatever as a win. Multi-tasking on a lateral level.

The red dots ascend on the display "Stand still" the lady of the machine orders once again. Too right I will, this has cost me 10 shillings and I'm getting my money's worth, dear!  I sneak a furtive glance at the display. Whoo-hoo two pounds (0.9kg) lost!  I step of and claim my print, ready to attach to the others I am storing. Shoes and coat on and mile long walk back to work. if I could jump and click my heels to the side a la Tommy Steele or Dick van Dyke I would!

Now for the biggie next week. A stone loss is now in sight. Bring it on!  But not before I've said hello to Mr Boddington - and why not. Cheers!!