I think I'll weigh myself when I get home. I reckon I've put on about 14lbs since I got to the US, thanks to a steady diet of red meat, eggs and bread.
I feel fucking enormous. And soft. Mind you, the half marathon firmed lots of things up – but when some things get firm, it also helps you realise how soft some parts are.
After Wednesday, we'll be in the new house and eating healthily. I really cannot wait. I've never dreamed repeatedly about broccoli before, it just doesn't seem right.