MAFF

I noticed yesterday that the acronym for this blog is MAFF which coincidentally used to be the Ministry of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food. I'm sure that's interesting in some obscure way. I had to ask Husband if the final F was food or farming. that's the kind of conversation we have.

Last night I made a birthday cake for someone in Zac's. I had resolved not to eat any but i had to taste it - and it was exceptionally good. So I had another piece ...

And I wonder why I don't lose weight.

I'm back

Okay, so it's been a little while. But I'm going to try again.

I am spurred into action by the scales. On return from holiday I was the same weight as the last time before we went. I was very pleased with that as we'd been eating large breakfasts and restaurant dinners as well as having ice cream for lunch every day. Maybe the ice cream was the key to success ...

One week on from our return I'd gained 1lb; this last week I've gained another 2. 'Why am I putting on so much weight?' I wailed.
'Because you're eating too much?' Husband suggested. Though possibly true it wasn't what I wanted to hear.

I weigh first thing in the morning so out of curiosity today - after walking George and ... how can I put this? Um, going to the toilet - I hopped on the scales again.

I'd put on another 2lbs. 

I mean, seriously? I know body weight fluctuates during the day but by that much?!

So I'll record the early morning weight: 10st 1.5 lbs.

All the other things the scale is supposed to tell me like water percentage and so on it didn't. Instead it said, 'ERR,' which may of course been in response to my excessive weight gain.