Lost

Sunday evening and rhubarb and custard have followed a little bit of cheese eaten with a third glass of wine, after the roast chicken and new potatoes, spring cabbage and gravy. I seem able to manage self-control only for short periods. I have lost a pound, maybe a pound and a half, depending on the time of day, the day of the week... And remembered how good I feel when I don't drink, and how good it feels to drink moderately... and forgotten... or the memory has been overridden once again by the creeping desire for more. Never mind (though I do) - it's all a big cycle after all.

Job interview on Wednesday, and another application off in the post tomorrow - good to have another iron in the fire - not all the eggs in one basket... so to speak.