dietdevil: I'm sorry but no no no..............

dietdevil: I'm sorry but no no no..............: So today was Fat Club and I lost another pound and a half. That is 24 pounds in 11 weeks and a total of 4 stone 5!!!!! I am chuffed to piec...

I'm sorry but no no no..............

So today was Fat Club and I lost another pound and a half. That is 24 pounds in 11 weeks and a total of 4 stone 5!!!!! I am chuffed to pieces and am even going to have some red wine tonight as a treat but first I have to moan..............

 

Due to arriving slightly later than usual there weren't the seats we would have chosen and Witchy Liz was there and guess where the empty seats were? Yes, you've guessed it and my 2 'friends' that I went with managed to leave a nice big gap so I could sit next to her. She pounced on this opportunity and firstly asked me if I wanted to be a nail model for her next week. Luckily I have the valid excuse that I will be in Cardiff so that killed the convo pretty quickly. She then begrudgingly  mumbled well done to me when I said I had lost weight this week.

 

And then the slurping began...............She appears to have an open wound on her hand and I recall last time she seemed to be licking it? Well today she was licking and picking and it was the sound effects that turned my tummy. To add insult to injury she then retrieved what can only be deemed 'an implement' to assist her in her self abuse. It was some sort of stick which I can only assume is what a real nail technician would use to push cuticles back .  I am fairly squeamish at the best of times and I just had to turn my body away and try not to listen. It's not right, I tell you, not right at all!

 

But apart from all that I was pleased with my weight. The other ladies up Redruth are warm and funny and a good laugh and there is even an Egyptian man in the class. I do not know how on earth an Egyptian ended up living in Redruth, but he did and he is a saucy little devil!

 

I was over at the dentists again this afternoon but didn't have to see Casual Nick , who I have to say, was sporting a gigantic Movember tash, but this time it was Penny the lovelty hygienist. She looked at my records , said I had been in the wars, sold me some lovely little rubber things that would be better than floss and then charged me £31. She also said I had dark shadows under my eyes ( I do ) and suggested I had an MOT at the doctors so all in all, I came away feeling like crap.

 

I have a few plans in the pipeline which are exciting me but I am not sure I can pull them off. One half of me is saying ''yes you can'' and the other half of me is saying ''don't be daft Liz''.

 

Only time will tell. In the meantime I am going to drink some red wine, brush up my Welsh and make sure I get a nicer seat next time I go to Fat Club.

 

 

dietdevil: What's the worst that could happen?

dietdevil: What's the worst that could happen?: So it's November and we were all a bit bored last night.  Debbie was seemingly so bored that she asked me to do a parachute jump with h...

What's the worst that could happen?

So it's November and we were all a bit bored last night.  Debbie was seemingly so bored that she asked me to do a parachute jump with her and I must have been bored enough to agree and we are booking it in for the spring. I am scared of heights and the thought terrifies me and if it all goes horribly wrong we are going to be on the front of the national newspapers and as we are doing it for charity I reckon the headlines could be something like this................

 

DAILY MAIL - LEFT WING MIDDLED AGED MUMS TERRORIST PLOT ENDS IN TRAGEDY

 

THE SUN - CHARITY ANGELS FALL FROM GRACE

 

THE ST IVES TIMES AND ECHO - LOCAL CHARITY  PIONEERS MOURNED BY HUNDREDS

 

But of course we aren't going to die are we?

 

My biggest fear is that I will poo myself and ruin the Anneka Rice style jumpsuit I am wearing and the video will be shown on YouTube.

 

Or that I will land on a cliff edge and fall in the sea and drown.

 

Or that I will chicken out..........

 

It seemed like such a good idea at the time but you know what? It will be a laugh and if I am going to meet my maker or be worm fodder or come back as a ghost then at least I will be doing something that I will laugh about. I obviously wont be here to laugh along with you but I am preparing to write my eulogy just in case. And I would like Robbie Williams to sing at my funeral. Thanks.

 

The charity that I am going to do mine in aid of is the British Heart Foundation in honour of my dear Dad. If he was here and I told him what I was up to,  then he would definitely say something along the lines of ''by pet, what ya deeing that for man?''. And wouldn't it be ironic if I had a heart attack mid jump? I am guessing that some of you may now have picked up on my fear but we are definitely going to do it!

 

Watch this space people..................

 

On to dietary things now. I am on my no carb Monday and am mashing cauliflower like there's no tomorrow. I have a feeling I wont lose this week but will stay the same and I am quite happy ( ish ) with that. Another friend is coming along to Redruth with us on Wednesday and I have pre warned her about the eclectic mix of characters that she will encounter. I just hope that Witchy Liz will be back from her apple crumblefest and my friend can see the enigma for herself.

 

I have started my second ball of wool for the jumper I am knitting and am quite enjoying click clacking away at night. Our Happy Stitchers group is starting in January and it will be a laugh. I would like to say that I will be wearing my new hand knitted jumper by then but I have a lot of things going on between now and January so I think that may be a bit optimistic. But you never know.

 

And it is just over 5 weeks until Christmas and not a thing has been bought. I know people that have their tree up and I reckon mine will be up in about 4 weeks. I am apparently cooking the dinner, which I am fine about, as nobody cooks a sprout quite like myself and I am guessing there will be several bottles of fizzy stuff consumed before during and after which will be nice.

 

And in honour of our imminent activities, here is a song that keeps going through my head....

 

HELP!

dietdevil: As long as one outweighs the other

dietdevil: As long as one outweighs the other: So I in a contemplative mood today. I had 7 vodkas last night so I am guessing I am not running on full cylinders today. My scales are also...

As long as one outweighs the other

So I in a contemplative mood today. I had 7 vodkas last night so I am guessing I am not running on full cylinders today. My scales are also saying I am THREE POUNDS UP but I am guessing and hoping )  that's because I ate late last night so I will only stress if those nasty pounds are still hanging around on Wednesday.........

 

Four of us from book group had a meal out with drinks at the pub opposite last night and without meaning to sound ultra cheesy I am actually feeling quite blessed today that I have got some wonderful and funny friends. Debbie H, who doesn't come out with us that often is hilarious. She had had her hair done up Camborne by a trainee with possibly the most dubious name I have ever heard. It is the name that a Victorian prostitute would have in a Jeffrey sodding Archer 'novel' and I cant say the name on here because I have actually checked out this person and it is her real name.

 

Jenny, the most mature member of the group was looking so glamorous and the men in the pub were over her like a bad rash. We were loving it. Mel wore her fab sexy shoes ....

 

 

And I think we all looked lovely.

 

 

 

The conversation nipped from one subject to another. The banter was delicious ( and so was the food ) and in the words of the legendary Cilla Black - it was a ''lorra lorra laffs''.

 

We also decided to form a stitching group. I am now a huge fan of knitting ( yet again ), Debbie wants to make stuff as the last think she sewed was a pair of PE shorts back in the day and we both bemoaned the lack of gingham in today's society. Jenny is very talented with a needle. She does that beautiful American quilting and even went to the USA a couple of months ago to hang around with Amish people to learn the tricks of the trade. I think there will be wine involved but I am looking forward to it because one thing is for sure - it will be funny.

 

Which leads me to the point of this blog.

 

I have many people in my life and I have written before about all the arseholes that I have had to deal with in the course of the last few months. Some of those arseholes are still around but you know what? I am so happy to now say that the lovely people outweigh them by loads and that's what matters isn't it? I have made new friends this year that are now very much part of my life, I have strengthened friendships with others due to sad events, and some are the same as ever - just brilliant. These are the people that have kept me going when times have been tough and the arseholes? Well there's always going to be some wherever you go..............I may be the arsehole to some - one man's meat is another man's poison etc but it's generally all good and positive.

 

And any of my friends that read this will know who they are.

 

And any arseholes reading this wondering if I am referring to them.....well yes, I probably am.

 

One final recollection from last night - Debbie H knows Witchy Liz from fat club!

 

Debbie used to work for the Body Shop and claims WL came in once for a 'make over'. She didn't say if she was wearing her hat and cloak on that specific day but I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall. You gotta love WL and as much as I laugh at her, I genuinely hope she will be at Fat Club next week. It is Thanksgiving Day across the pond soon, so I am hoping against hope that she comes as a turkey or a yam or some pecan pie.

 

That would be too good.

dietdevil: You knit and make soup in the winter, right?

dietdevil: You knit and make soup in the winter, right?: So it is cold and it is the winter and I want to knit a jumper and I want to make soup. A jumper that I will finish knitting and a soup tha...