scobleism.

64.2kg

I went to Copenhagen to visit the ex, lovely seeing her again but was such a bad timing as my head was an origami to put it extremely mildly, one of those years I get incredibly barren from my own head.

Before I left, I made sure my weight should be about 70kg for her, she doesn’t says it, nor show it but I can just about tell she’s a tad worried, hard to tell sometime.

And now i’m fucking 64.2kg somehow managed by certain foods I’ve ate in Copenhagen, argh.

64.9kg

Er… shit.

72.6kg.

73.9kg.

74.6kg.

75kg.

Worse thing is, I never venture below 77kg in my life.

78.1kg.

Bit scary how quickly I lost weight after the three days tour, at the end of the tour I was 85kg, yet still look the same, as I was burning fat and replacing them with carbs to get enough energy to ride across England.

And now just a little under a week later, lost 7kg.