There's rather a lot of chilli left and who needs bacon when you've got eggs? And the joy of .......soup!

So further to my announcement yesterday that I was going meat free for a week, I have been given  a lot of advise as to what to cook . Some of it was from vegetarians and some of it was from meat eaters that just happen to have a few meat free recipes. I am overwhelmed but I draw the line at marinated tofu. And you all know my loathing of quorn.

 

I made a chilli last night and as I am the only person in my house that eats it , there is still tons of it left. It looks like I am having it reheated for lunch today and quite possibly tomorrow too. This is fine as I love it and I especially love it the following day when the flavours have had more of a chance to infuse. I am actually sounding like some sort of chilli expert there and I'm not but it's true. Things always taste better the following day.

 

So in 2 days time it's goodbye to bacon..........and hello to , ummm, eggs?

 

I am quite partial to an omelette but if I am honest, it's usually bacon that I put in it along with cheese and mushrooms so I'm not sure if I will be quite so partial after a week. And of course there's the whole fish issue, or 'fishue' as it shall now be known. I try my hardest to like it, I really do and I adore shellfish but cod and plaice leave me cold. Unless they are wrapped in batter and served with chips obviously. And as I am still trying to follow the fat club rules then I cant really have that can I?

 

I am also going to attempt soup!

 

My mother used to always have a pan on the go and I have to say it was the best soup I have ever tasted and nothing I could make could ever hope to rival it. There is also the whole 'what do you dunk in it' scenario as although soup can be tasty, it's even tastier with some homemade crusty bread and butter wiping up the last bits. I am notorious for making crap soup even when I follow the recipe and maybe it's because I am comparing it too much to the soup of my youth. I am not sure what my mother used to put in it but it just got added to day by day and it was never placed in the fridge overnight ( Northumberland in the winter wasn't exactly snug and warm ) and none of us died of food poisoning, we just got on and ate it.

 

So in a week when I am feeling a little flat at times I have something to focus on. I will not say that I am looking forward to it because I do honestly love meat but if my foul mouthed cousin can go without swearing or being lewd for a week then I am sure I too can change my habits for 7 days.

 

Oh and I also finished the quiz. I have read through it and corrected a couple of bits and am sure it will raise a few eyebrows tonight amongst the anoraks. I personally think quizzes should be fun and I don't think that sport and politics fall into this category at all. I haven't dumbed it down that much but I have made the individual questions easy as I know from bitter experience that getting a stinker of a question that you have to answer on your own with ten pairs of beady eyes watching you, is no joke.

 

And tomorrow I am having a meal out with a few friends and I will have the steak and I will savour every mouthful and I wont get all huffy the following day when I crack some eggs into a pan.

 

It's all good............................

 

dietdevil: Nothing says determination like a graph and goodby...

dietdevil: Nothing says determination like a graph and goodby...: So I maintained! I am ok with this. I really am. I have still lost one stone and half a pound in 6 weeks which is pretty good going I think...

Nothing says determination like a graph and goodbye meat - for a week!

So I maintained! I am ok with this. I really am. I have still lost one stone and half a pound in 6 weeks which is pretty good going I think and I did escape for a couple of days and I did eat stilton and I think there may also have been a couple of cheeky crackers underneath the rather sizeable chunks of that beautiful cheese. It was worth it so I am fine.

 

And there's also the huge psychology issue of a fat club weight record book. If I had gained even half a pound today and had seen one of those horrible + signs written down then that would have totally knocked me.... and I need to remain focussed and positive.

 

That is why today I am going to make me a graph and I am going to stick it on the fridge!

 

Nothing says you mean stuff like a good old graph. The inner geek in me loves them and I am just thinking about all the various different types of graph that I can create. There are going to be colours and there are going to be lots of squares and I should perhaps be finishing writing the quiz questions for tomorrow but I always work best under pressure and I can do it tomorrow instead, or stay up late.

 

I have also just checked the calendar and it is 10 weeks until C time! I want to lose 23 pounds until I get to my hallowed target and I reckon I can do it. It's 2.3 pounds a week and I do not see that as a problem. I have hung the minging dress on the outside of my wardrobe as a constant reminder but I do keep laughing thinking that it may still not fit even when I get to target and if that's the case then I may have to ritualistically burn it .

 

So determined am I that I have even toyed with the idea of the gym. This is a totally stupid idea as I really hate the place and can think of a million other things to do instead but it does keep flitting through my head. I am going to run though and one of my lovely owners has threatened to drag me out next week and he is super fit and I may have to hide or I may go anyway as he has confirmed that we can have a cheeky Magners on the roof if we do go. We shall see.

 

And a brief update on H and M now. M seems to have settled into 6th form college or has resigned herself that she has to go. She likes law, she has made new friends and still sees her other friends that went to Truro college. H rang me last night to tell me her latest life decisions. her current problem is that she is unable to apply for her masters until after she has finished her degree which leaves her in limbo for 12 months. She was going to come back to Cornwall but , and as nice as it is, there's not a lot of opportunity so she is going to stay in Cardiff and do a one years masters in linguistics. All good stuff and I am immensely proud that they are both carving their way into the big bad world.

 

I wonder if they too will be immensely proud of me when I am carving a turkey breast up whilst wearing the nasty orange dress.

 

Oh and one more thing ...............my cousin Peter refrained from swearing and being lewd on Facebook for a whole week and this meant that a few of us had to donate money to the RNLI. Well I am going to issue myself with the challenge to go without meat for a week as from Saturday. I love meat and I am still going to eat fish and if I do it then I want any donations to go to the British Heart Foundation. I am starting on Saturday due to the fact that I am out for a meal on Friday and I desperately want a steak and greek salad.

 

So bring on the quorn ( ! vom ) it's all for char- I - deee.

 

 

 

 

dietdevil: Operation Minging Dress and will I actually wear i...

dietdevil: Operation Minging Dress and will I actually wear i...: So I have been to Brizzle and have visited my mother. It went well. I hugged her and told her I loved her and she was nice and only told me...

Operation Minging Dress and will I actually wear it once it fits?

So I have been to Brizzle and have visited my mother. It went well. I hugged her and told her I loved her and she was nice and only told me I looked tired once and I met her eye and said ''Mum I am fine''. She gave me a chicken dinner, she rolled her eyes slightly when I said I didn't eat bread or drink milk and she was only racist a couple of times when mentioning her neighbours across the road that were drug dealers and Indians. I ignored her open Daily Mail and she ignored the fact that I said the word 'arsehole'. I am glad I went and I am sad that it had been so long since I last saw her. Life's too short............even for a peppery mother and daughter relationship.

 

She also tried to force feed me cakes and biscuits but I was strong! She is an official feeder!

 

I am back now and I have tackled my wardrobe again! It is gradually being whittled down and the fat clothes are being given to the charity shop or to my even fatter friend who,  when she reads this is not going to be happy but I couldn't resist ha!

 

Anyway, whilst having a look today I unearthed this little beauty.........

 

 

I don't know where or why the hell I bought it but it has been folded up along with a few other ''no chance you're arse will never fit'' garments and I was curious today as to whether it would fit or not.

 

Well I think we all know what curiosity did don't we?

 

That cat is dead!

 

I have decided therefore that even though it is  a complete and utter fashion no no that the next stage of my weight loss journey is going to be called................drum roll please.......

 

OPERATION MINGING DRESS

 

and I am going to wear this dress on Christmas Day when I will hopefully fit it. Before and after the copious amounts of fizz and sprouts.

 

I am saying this particular day as I don't normally venture past my front door on December 25th so I can subject any festive friends and family to it only and not the poor unsuspecting public.

 

I tried to squish myself into it and there's at least a 5 inch gape at the back but I reckon if I am really good then I may be able to do it. And if I don't? Well I am sure I can find one of my famous cardigans to cover up any exposed flesh.

 

And to prove to you all what I am up against here is another picture. M obviously takes after her maternal grandmother and has whipped up this heavenly beauty aka a banoffee pie.

 

 

 I have stared at the whipped cream topping that has been suggestively dusted with cocoa powder and I can see the toffee and banana oozing out of it but none has passed my lips. I want to I want to but I want that minging dress on my back more.

 

And as the fat club think tanks says -

 

''do you like it enough to wear it?''

 

No I don't but in all fairness I don't really like the minging dress either so it's a bit of a tricky situation here. Perhaps it will look better on me and zipped up as opposed to me hunched over gasping for breath? Only time will tell.............

 

And as it's fat club tomorrow I have had no carbs today. I am growing to love mashed cauliflower and have had some cleansing tea to drink. There is some lamb in the slow cooker and I am praying that the couple of chunks of stilton that I had when in Brizzle will not be wedged onto me tomorrow when I step onto those scales. A maintain I can cope with but a gain I cant.

 

And one more thing - today I am feeling a bit flat but I have got plans for a shenanigan which have perked me up no end. It involves air travel and it involves quiche and I really want to do it! I don't know if I can pull this off!

 

OK - of course I can! hellooooooo road / air trip!

 

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dietdevil: Oh the paranoia and how I forget but still do it.

dietdevil: Oh the paranoia and how I forget but still do it.: So every time I go away I get 'ill'. This time it was either a prolapse, a hernia or sciatica. Logically I have pulled a muscle at ...

Oh the paranoia and how I forget but still do it.

So every time I go away I get 'ill'. This time it was either a prolapse, a hernia or sciatica. Logically I have pulled a muscle at the top of my thigh but I am a hypochondriac therefore I like to think the worst. That's what people like me do. I have a couple of friends that are the same and we thank god for websites like diagnose dot com to keep our already overactive imaginations working overtime. At one point today I even dragged my left leg behind me war wounded soldier stylee as I felt that I needed to feed my frantic obsession.

 

I also shuffled to Boots and bought some extra strength Nurofen. Now I should explain before I go any further that I do not normally take meds of any size shape or form. Last November when I was approaching meltdown I got a week's worth of sleeping tablets from my doc and I still have 4 left. It's the side effects you see - I read them and then I panic and then I take the pill and within nano seconds I have developed every single side effect known to man.

 

But that still didn't stop me from taking the Nurofen and as predicted I was in a delirious fever almost immediately. I lay on my bed and felt like the dying heroine in a BBC costume drama as I thrashed my weak limbs and rolled my head from side to side muttering ''no, no, nooooooooooo''. Thankfully I fell asleep and woke up and the tablets have worn off and apart from a slightly stiff hip my prolapse / hernia / sciatica seems to have cleared up lovely. It's a god darned miracle.

 

I have packed my bag for the expedition to Brizzle. I have written lists ( obviously ) and I have post it notes all over my office and I have even placed everyone's keys in little bags with their names on. I have emailed all the agents and said that I would be away as from tomorrow which there was absolutely no point in doing as one of them thought it was today and kept ringing my emergency numbers. I have done all bank transfers for the week ahead and there is a fridge full of food.

 

And on to food.............will I cope with not being here and still sort of sticking to my diet? I am guessing that mother may not feed me tomorrow or will underplay what's on offer so much that I will feel a bit awkward and say 'no, honestly, I'm fine' whilst coughing to disguise the sound of my tummy rumbling. I know I am being cynical and am hoping to be proved wrong. Put it this way - I doubt a fattened calf is being sacrificed at the moment in Bristol.

 

I shall put on a brave face and think of all the big shops instead.

 

And no, I haven't packed any Nurofen.