As Macbeth would have said, "Is this a cop-out I see before me?"

No it isn't. I really do hand-on-heart promise that it isn't. My shrink has put me on some powerful new meds which have had a CRAZY effect on me. For the last three weeks, I've either been asleep, trying desperately not to be asleep, or falling in and out of sleep.

A psycho-nurse friend of mine promises me that I'll get used to them after a few more weeks, but in the meantime, my body is in a flat-spin and doesn't know whether it's coming or going.

Not only am I nowhere near as physically active as I've wanted to be, but also the damn pills are messing with my hunger reflex. Whenever you guys eat, a part of your brain says, "Stop now, that's all I need", but for some strange reason, mine doesn't because of the pills. I end up eating like a King, then feel exhausted within 30 minutes. I disappear upstairs and hibernate for another three hours!

The up-shot of all these shenanigans is that I'm back up to 265lbs again, and so have even more weight to shift. Boo! I guess on the positive side though, this means that overall I'll be donating more money to Sport Relief, which can only be a good thing, right?

I feel a whistle coming on: "Altogether now..."