Mirror, mirror

Meant to say that since coming back from Cheeseland I have endeavoured to stick to an incredibly healthy Gillian Macwhateverhernameis style three fruit and fibre filled meals a day. No alcohol - (the latest link with breast cancer study has taken all the fun out of drinking for me), no dairy, no refined sugars or flour and at least a bit more exercise than before...and yet this morning I weighed two pounds MORE than I did at the beginning of the week. How is this possible? I am completely distaught as now even my new jeans (size Grosse) are feeling a little tighter and the cords which fell off me in January are now refusing to do up. Combined with my thick thatch of tight curls I look like a cross between a prize poodle and shaun the sheep. The cancer curse continues.