Day 15 – Monday 9th December 2013
Well after all the shenanikans of the weekend my weight was 106.3kgs which is not too bad only a gain of 0.3kgs. It would be lovely to get down to 105kgs by next Sunday. I will persevere and for breakfast this morning my usual melon, apple and yoghurt. Sardines and tomatoes for lunch and carbs for the evening meal, meat balls pasta and a tomato sauce lifted by chilli. I think she has given up on me but I’d better say nowt.
At least hopefully there is no wine but there can be no complaints with well diluted vodka. Well indeed there was wine and buckets of it Christmas has come early for my good lady. So I was well fhluterred going to bed and feared the worst for the morning.
Day 16 – Tuesday 10th December 2013
Well a good nights sleep after all the carbs and alcohol and my weight at 8 was 106.2. I lost a fraction but at least I lost. My problem as always been that I eat everything she dishes up, never moan and complain. Just eat and drink whatever she gives you and thank her kindly at the end. I suppose it is that philosophy that has kept our marriage running along nicely all these years. A melon and yoghurt breakfast, followed by an apple and sliver of edam cheese for lunch and it looks like a fish supper, but I am still trying.
Yes indeed some baked haddock for the evening meal with beetroot, beans and mushy peas and the obligatory by now bottle of wine and slug of vodka. Bed early and a good nights sleep.
Day 17 – Wednesday 11th December 2013
Up at 6.00am, lots of e-mails, a good blog from Rusty on the Jamboree that Mandela’s funeral has turned into with the corrupt stock of the world hanging on to each other’s tails. Are they as thick as they look, they must be or they would not be there. At least Enda Kenny stayed away but that one from Denmark can come to my funeral any time. Michelle Obama was not looking too pleased as Barak tried to give the Dane one a quick hug or something and what the fuck was that twat Bono doing there. I’m sure he must be supplying them bastards.
Anyhow that’s a weight off my shoulders and my weight at 8 is 106.1kgs, I’m moving slowly downwards but it is a bit like watching paint dry. Any how and this is exciting the ould wan is letting me cook the evening meal and I have plumped (that being the operative word) I have plumped for Paella. Chicken and rice, prawns, squid, bits of bacon, peppers, peas, garlic, saffron, paprika, chorizo, tomatoes, in no particular order but basically it is a fridge clear out in preparation for Christmas. It smells fantastic and I have made enough for tomorrow as well providing we do not pig out tonight. One of the nicest things about dieting is that you can go off on the spree every now and then.