There's something nice about having lost just over 10kg in a week.
Granted, a third of it was an actual living thing, plus a buttload of blood and all sorts of other crazy stuff, but it still lets you bask in the glow of the smug while you sit in your track pants and eat half a box of BBQ shape biscuits while watching an episode of Harry's Practice from 1998.
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