Tomorrow is D-Day. Tomorrow will tell. Tomorrow I weigh myself. Ok, D-Day is really Easter Monday, but tomorrow is a rehearsal.

You see, if I lost a pound a week, I would be 10st4lbs by Easter. A pound loss is hardly dieting. I wouldn’t even notice it. And if I kept it up, who knows how svelte I would be by our holiday in August.

Last week I lost just over a pound. Easy peasy. But this week. What went wrong? Nibbling here and there. A McDonald’s with John on the way home from Hull. A spot, a tiny spot, of red wine. And this morning I still had half a pound to go.

So today I have been really careful, and I went for a long walk. Tomorrow I weigh myself and see how I have done.

Wish me luck.