dietdevil: Addressing my phobias and drinkies on the choo cho...

dietdevil: Addressing my phobias and drinkies on the choo cho...: So the day after tomorrow I am getting on a train and leaving Kernow for three whole days!   I picked up my train tickets today and see...

Addressing my phobias and drinkies on the choo choo.

So the day after tomorrow I am getting on a train and leaving Kernow for three whole days!

 

I picked up my train tickets today and see that they had inadvertently booked me on the branch line from St Ives to St Erth which is quite possibly one of the prettiest journeys that you could ever travel on.  It's all cute beaches and winding roads and distant horizons etc and St Erth is  a railway station that is stuck in a time warp. Even the 'cafe' there is like something from the 1950's and I am almost too scared to ever ask for a cappuccino as opposed to a jolly nice cuppa and a scone.

 

The next train is the one to Plymouth and being that it is a Saturday lunchtime I can almost guarantee that there will be at least one drunk / unbalanced person and that they will no doubt be sat near me and want to befriend me. I am excellent at the art of social avoidance which may surprise some of you as I am normally a chatty sort of gal that likes nothing better than to talk to new people but preferably when they are sober and of sane mind. I have perfected the art of gazing blankly beyond their shoulder and will use my special falling asleep plan if the first one cuts no mustard.

 

My real big issue with any form of public transport though,  is the toilet facilities. I just don't do public loos I'm afraid and ones on trains I find spectacularly gruesome. I would rather hold it in but sometimes I have to give in, swallow my pride and calm myself and just do it.

 

It's loos in pubs and restaurants too - I do use them but it takes a bit of courage to even open the door and even more to enter a cubicle. I have no idea why I am like this, I am happy to use the toilet at a friends house, it's just the ones where lots of people have used that freak me out.

 

Which leads me to the next issue.

 

I firmly believe that any form of travel should be embraced my a refreshing drink. I haven't quite got over going to London in June and paying £6.80 for a voddie and diet coke and a bag of nuts on the way but it's just so nice sipping something nice whilst looking out the window at the world go by. if I stick to one drink then I reckon I can avoid loo-gate until I reach my hopefully clean and hygienic apartment but if I have more than one then I may struggle. I am going to see my mother that evening so I think I may need courage, whether it's Dutch or not, I'm going to need it.

 

It's a dilemma.

 

But joking apart, and as much as I adore Cornwall, sometimes it's just nice to get  out of it and go where there are big shops and restaurants and huge buildings............and your mother, of course.

 

And despite the toilet issue I also love travelling by train.

 

And of course if I decide on the second over priced vodka then it may be me that is the slightly tiddly mad person that is trying to make eye contact and talk to some snooty madam like myself.

 

We shall see on the day.

 

It's all good fun x

 

Nothing compensates for green tea more than a shiny sticker and certificate!

So after 5 weeks of being back in the zone I got my stone award. I whooped and I 'booshed' and I may have said 'amazeballs' but there again maybe I didn't and I just got a photo of myself holding my shiny goodies instead.

 

 

I needed one and a half pounds off to get my stone award and lost 2 so I was even more chuffed and despite the fact that I have swigged lots of sugary prosecco I lost it because I did the following........

 

1. I didn't have a 'treat' after I weighed last Wednesday.

 

2. I resisted the chilli at The Ritz on Thursday - I had had my dinner and wasn't hungry.

 

3. I had hake and vegetables at H's meal on Saturday and it was actually lovely.

 

4. I hardly ever eat bread.

 

5. I didn't have any birthday cake.

 

6. I only had 2 potatoes at the carvery on Sunday .

 

7. I had no carbs on Monday and yesterday. This went as far as me having mashed cauliflower with chicken and veg last night for dinner. It tastes nicer that it sounds and with a bit of cheese in it is lush.

 

8. I wore no knickers to weigh in.

 

So it's really that simple.

 

And if I am coming across as a smug diet bore that is because I am all too aware that at any time on any given day it could all go horribly wrong and I could be stuffing a pasty in before you could say 'pastry, Liz, really????'

 

I am off to Brizzle for the weekend on Saturday. I am seeing the mother. I am not sure whether she will feed me or not and this worries me. I can cater for myself and if she does cook for me she will probably make me something made of suet and with lots of butter. She is the reason I am brainwashed by fat club and feel the need to pay £4.95 a week to be told I am still overweight.

 

But onwards and downwards it's still good.

 

I may even whip my tape measure out to see where I have lost this stone. I had a cheeky measure a couple of weeks ago and my vitals had changed slightly in that I had lost an inch off my waist and 2 inches from my hips but had put an inch onto my chest. maybe it's just transferring itself from one part of my body to the other and it's actually somewhere like my fingers or ankles that I have lost it from? What a depressing thought!

 

I am now going to go and buy a salad from the deli. This is next to and opposite 2 bakers shop but I will stride past determinedly with my potentially thinner nose turned away from the tempting smells.

 

I wont even have a sneaky glance. 

dietdevil: There's nothing wrong with a ra-ra

dietdevil: There's nothing wrong with a ra-ra: So in my quest of clearing out my wardrobe the last couple of weeks I have unearthed some beauties.    Most have gone to the British He...

There's nothing wrong with a ra-ra

So in my quest of clearing out my wardrobe the last couple of weeks I have unearthed some beauties.

 

 Most have gone to the British Heart Foundation shop but a couple I have saved for their pure quirkiness alone. One of these items was a grey woolly gillet with pom pom ties. I only bought it last year and today I wore it but it took me back to when I was a little bairn up in the North East and in the early 70's we all had those huge fur hats with pom pom ties. I am sure they wouldn't pass health and safety these days and I am sure if I trawled the news archives then there must have been at least a couple of little girls that got them stuck in motorbike chains or passing Morris Minors and were strangled.

 But even if they did................those hats were cool!

 

I was lucky enough (?) to have a mother that could knit and sew back in the day , therefore a lot of my clothes as a child were fashioned by her own fair hands. I particularly remember a couple of pairs of trouser suits that I had which were beautiful.

 

One was chocolate brown with a lovely gold braid trim.

 

The other was a red tartan one that any Bay City Roller fan would have given their milk teeth for.

 

They were both worn with either a shirt with gigantic collars or a polo neck underneath.

 

Bloody stunning.

 

Thankfully my mother allowed me to purchase my own clothes when I grew older and a big thing for us Alnwick lasses was a trip up to the toon aka Newcastle, and most specifically , Eldon Square. Top Shop, Miss Selfridge, Chelsea Girl, Etam, Snob - that shopping centre had the lot and I remember as though it were yesterday going in the summer of 1982 ish when ra ra skirts and a lot of polka dots were the in thing. I also seem to recall that emerald green was the colour to have them in.

 

I also remember that we thought we were dead cool by lighting a fag whilst walking through the busy streets. I am right in thinking that Regal Kingsize were the smoke of choice and we were literally too cool for school. So there we were with Top Shop bags bulging with green frilly things whilst lugging on a fag and trying to inhale. Nice.

 

Other memorable fashion items from my past are as follows -

 

1. Knickers with frills on the back. Actually more ruffles than frills.

 

2. Trainer bras. I never actually needed one of these but some of my more bosomally challenged friends did.

 

3. Wham and Frankie t shirts.

 

4. Dungarees - I wore a blue pair on my first date. They went lovely with my lilac kohl eyeliner.

 

5. Headband? Gold ones to be precise. I once wore one that was so tight it caused me to have a nosebleed after a couple of Woodpeckers and 3 Regals and a snog.

 

6. Those awful velvet skirts with a little tie in the corner of the front that exposed a bit of broderie anglaise petticoat. Very Bananarama.

 

7. Tight jeans with a line of piping down the sides.

 

8. Hacking jackets.

 

9. Jackets with too many pockets and buttons.

 

10. Pedal pushers.

 

I am sure I am concentrating more on my teens here so if anyone can throw any forgotten items into the mix then that would be good!

 

On a dietary note I am now detoxing. I have had ham and an orange for lunch and dinner will be an omelette. I will probably go  for a  last ditch bid for my shiny sticker and have a stir fry for dinner tomorrow. I despise stir fries but they are apparently good for you.

 

H was shoved on a train this morning and is now back in Cardiff. She was still slightly drunk from the weekend but got there in one piece. She very kindly pointed out to me last night that after her degree ( she has to wait a year until she does her masters ) she will be home for a year and then will be off at exactly the same time as M if she chooses to go to uni. That's 2 years away though which probably gives me enough time to finish going through the evils that are still lurking  at the back of my Narnia type wardrobe.

 

It's all good and I am not hungry and I think my pom poms looked fab.

 

 

dietdevil: Back to normality and time for a little detox I th...

dietdevil: Back to normality and time for a little detox I th...: So H goes back to Cardiff tomorrow and she has had a marvellous birthday weekend. There have been lots of laughs, a few hormonal tantrums -...

Back to normality and time for a little detox I think.

So H goes back to Cardiff tomorrow and she has had a marvellous birthday weekend. There have been lots of laughs, a few hormonal tantrums - ( 3 women, one shower, one set of hair straighteners ) but all generally good. Me being the diet devil that I am haven't been great but on the plus side I actually haven't been that naughty either.

 

Alcohol is a tricky thing.

 

At fat club you are meant to count any booze as 'syns' but I have mixed views about this.

 

It's all about moderation and although some would say that I am whaffing down a tipple every 5 minutes ....well I'm not. I do have a drink most days but it's generally a vodka with lots of ice and diet coke and everyone knows that booze that looks like water isn't as fattening.

 

Now merlot on the other hand? Oh that rich fruity red naughty drink is full of calories and that's why I haven't had any for a month.............until today when I had 2 glasses with my roast .

 

Yesterday I was good all day and even had hake with vegetables at H's meal. It was surprisingly meaty and not a chip or piece of bread past my lips. I did have lots of fizzy stuff though but I declined the chocolate cake and when I hopped on those beastly scales this morning I hadn't put on an ounce. Hooray.

 

Today we had a carvery at the pub round the corner. I had soup to start as my body and mind were crying out for something warm and comforting and I gave in and had a small breadroll. The main meal was turkey and heaps and heaps of vegetables with some gravy and 3 fat roast potatoes on top. I only ate 2 of them and am feeling quite virtuous for once in my life.

 

My dress fitted, my chest did look huge, my chest is huge so who cares? M told me that I might want to think about wearing a vest with it but I didn't. I couldn't walk in my shoes. At all. They came off for the thankfully short walk home. And now? I am feeling very tired and in the need of some rest.

 

I think my shiny sticker for a stone is still doable. I have 2 days left to get my arse into gear and am planning on having lots of fruit, yogurt, lean meat and WATER.

 

I fitted into another dress today and people said that apart from my eye bags I look nice so this is motivating me. That and the fact that I see my mother for the first time since May 2009 next weekend. I am nervous. It could go either way. She will tell me that I am looking ill or tired or stressed and this will have the effect of making me feel ill and tired and stressed. I don't know why she does this but she does and I need to be at my strongest to deal with this.

 

I am divulging too much now. This blog today is primarily about my food plans for the next 2 days and not about an imminent meltdown with my last parent.

 

I will stay chipper. I like the new positive me - it's the proper me and I hated the me that the first half of this year made me become.

 

Onwards and hopefully downwards. I have approximately 64 hours in which to lose a pound and a half.

 

Roar.