The past two days have been a salutary lesson in what happens when I let up. Tuesday was Dez's birthday and we had take-away curry and, even though Mrs. Wow and I shared stuff we might well have had one each of previously (onion bhaji, nan bread) I still ate too much.
Yesterday involved absolutely no cycling, about 120 miles of driving, some lovely fresh bread at lunch time in which I over-indulged, and another curry, home-made this time, in which, again, I over-indulged. And beer - 2 pints.
The result is that the lowest the scales would reluctantly allow was 109.7kg, but mostly 110.3kg. Given that, on Tuesday morning I couldn't make them go above 110 and they settled, eventually, on 108.8, that shows that I've gone backwards extremely rapidly.
Next week I'm on holiday. I think I'm going to steer clear of ale if I can. There will, at least, be reasonably cycling days: not huge number of miles, but there will be hills, it being Southern Scotland.