Given that my new Greek blood sugar testing machine is all over the shop (I have had readings of both 236 and 125 today) perhaps I should revert to trouser size as I await new strips to arrive for my British blood sugar testing machine. There is dramatic news on the trouser front after my revelation earlier that my 36 inch trousers are falling down.
I tried on a spare pair which claims to be a 34 inch waist. Now admittedly they are those stretchy sort of black jeans which, I suspect, flatter to deceive. But when I last tried them on about six weeks ago, I could not pour my body into them. This morning they fitted comfortably. I did not even to breathe in. That is a result and three quarters. Heck, the Mrs and I chatted on skype again and she - without prompting - said that my face looked thinner. I don't hear that often.
Meanwhile my morning gym session saw my run increased from 2.47 km in 22 minutes to 2.63 km in 23 minutes. Tomorrow the target is 2.77 km in 24 minutes. I am not quite up there with Matt Lofgran, my favourite gun owning, god fearing , hard working, tax paying AIM CEO who emails me to say he does 7 km in the rattlesnake infested desert, but I am getting there.
Matt also says that he has eaten rattlesnake. I am not planning on making snake part of my own calorie controlled diet but if I kill another one, I will put it in a fridge and Matt is free to come and collct it at any time.