Well, not really. Just human like everyone else.

I mean, after my last binge plus a weekend where I attended four different social events all centred around drinking and eating (including two 16 point mugs of egg nog on Sunday...), if I had done anything OTHER than gain, I would clearly be a freak of gigantic proportions.

A gain of .5kg (1.1lb) is not too bad (I won the bet, Mina, but only for half the amount I expected!), but it's still not a great way to start the month of December.

I'm really going to have to watch what goes into my mouth the next few weeks. Had I known that I was going to schlork down THIRTY TWO POINTS in two mugs of egg nog, I think I would have stuck to my water.

Oh, who am I kidding, I would have just had half a mug. Maybe.

It was really good nog.

Fortunately, this week is quiet. So far I only have dinner out with a friend who is vegetarian, so if I play my cards right, I can have a scrummy dinner with barely any points in it.

I need to focus hard on my goal. To be 75kg (165.3lb) the first week of January. I know I can do it, I just have to remind myself every time I'm about to stick something in my face.

I have also come to an uncomfortable realisation.

I've mentioned a couple of times that in my previous WW attempts, I never counted sugary points. It all got too hard because I consumed so many of them. Usually in fermented or brewed liquid form.

This time, no drinkies with dinner, fewer nights out at the pub, no after dinner shots or pre dinner cocktails and I'm counting sugary points religiously. And I'm losing really well.

I was on the phone to a dear friend who moved to London a year ago. She was complaining that she had a hangover, the first she'd had since she left Australia. She said that she hadn't been drinking as much because she was a Billy-No-Mates and didn't have anyone to go out on the piss with.

Neither do I. And I'm losing weight.

I'm beginning to think that alcohol played a really big part in my weight gain. Not that I was an alcoholic or anything scary like that, but previously there would be Friday night pub o'clock at work (with nibblies), regular sessions at the local pub gossiping and hashing out issues (with nibblies--and I should point out that I really, REALLY miss the hashing out part) and other opportunities to imbibe.

Nowadays, I'd be lucky to have one drink a week.

I'm not missing it hugely, and I enjoy it very much when I do have a quiet one or two. But I'm thinking that a large part of what I gained this week was related to the amount of sugar I drank (there was an AWFUL lot of it).

Hmmmm, food for thought.

For those who've asked, I did indeed complete NaNoWriMo this year. The result isn't hideous, but it is currently unedited. If you want to have a look, or even a read, it's here. I've already had some lovely feedback about it from a total stranger, which is completely cool in a weird sort of way. So let me know what you think!