dietdevil: Singed gammon, Hibernating and dodgy cakes.

dietdevil: Singed gammon, Hibernating and dodgy cakes.: So the weather is still rubbish. I am like a caged beast. I keep revving up the energy to go out and then it pours down and my nose is drip...

Singed gammon, Hibernating and dodgy cakes.

So the weather is still rubbish. I am like a caged beast. I keep revving up the energy to go out and then it pours down and my nose is dripping and I have huge bags under my eyes and I am a bit fed up......

 

I am still being good in the dietary sense though. One of the ladies at fat club makes a delicious pulled pork dish and me being me decided to do it with a joint of gammon instead. I was so engrossed in my book that it was rather well done and pulling it apart with 2 forks was no mean feat as a lot of it was black and crispy. We still all ate it though, but no comment was passed. An awkward silence sort of hung in the air.

 

I also made a cake that involved pineapples and chickpeas. It was rather gross but beggars cant be choosers and I ate it smothered with a vanilla yogurt to mask the bland taste. I should really know better shouldn't I? I don't even like cakes that much but these fat club ones are a lot less fattening than the full monty - but I am sure that the full monty ones taste nicer......or even nice!

 

The book I was engrossed in is this and it is fantastic! I have now decided it is one of my favourite books ever and I cant stop rattling on about it. Of course, now that I have finished, I must get down to the business of reading the one for book group, which is this for any of you that may want to read along too. I have had a bit of a mental block recently with the book group books in that I haven't really bonded with any of them. It's nothing personal, they just haven't been my cuppa tea but I am hoping that this one may re-kindle my mojo! < --- Did you all see what I did there?

 

Tomorrow, provided that my I can plug my nose up, I am going running with Leanne. She seems to have some sort of 30 day plan for us and I think we are going to be planking on the sand as well. My shorts, vest and trainers are all out and ready and looking at me and I am nervous. After that, I have a funeral to go to and then maybe a quiz tomorrow and then out Tues, Wed and Thurs too so I really don't have time at the moment for this being poorly malarkey.

 

Oh, and I also had my poem broadcast on the radio! I must admit I did feel a little flutter of pride and without being big headed, some of the other stuff wasn't good............is that a bad thing to say or is it just an overload of chickpeas talking?

 

Who know?

dietdevil: Things that fit, my fluttering eye and the things ...

dietdevil: Things that fit, my fluttering eye and the things ...: So the upside to losing weight is dragging things out of the bottom drawer and trying it on and it fitting - perfectly.   My problem i...

Things that fit, my fluttering eye and the things you agree when you are drunk........

So the upside to losing weight is dragging things out of the bottom drawer and trying it on and it fitting - perfectly.

 

My problem is that I am an impulse buyer and I have a LOT of stuff with labels on that I haven't been able to squeeze my fat arse in until now. For example, we have -

 

1. A stiff floral skirt

2. A lovely little white top that my chest is never going to decently  fit - ever.

3. Some rather chic black capri pants that are still tight but I can do them up.

4. Other stuff that I don't want to talk about.

 

Since the giving away of my scales I have been on this diet like a tramp on a sandwich. There is no pressure any more. I lost half a pound this week and I technically have 4 more to lose until I get to my target and get a sash and a badge and there is a fanfare of trumpets etc. Not quite sure what I do when I am at target because I will have nothing to aim for, apart from maybe being able to move /sit down / breathe in the aforementioned capri pants. We all need a goal don't we?

 

I am also stressed! I do not want to explain why - it's actually rather boring but this stress has given me a twitch in my right eye. It flutters and it flicks and I can see it doing it. I am the proverbial twitchy thin woman. I never twitched when I was fat, or if I did I was too busy enjoying a pie to notice. I need to weigh this up - are hip bones really worth it if you have a facial contortion??

 

And yes, it is still vile weather here. I am fed up with being wet and cold. My skin is pallid and I want to wear my flip flops. I went shopping today at the commercial mecca of Hayle and got soaked just from going from car to shop. My nose is constantly running and if you add that to the twitch then it isn't pleasant.

 

Now on to alcohol!

 

I have done many things throughout my life that have been fuelled by the over consumption of alcohol.

 

 Many Many things BUT never have I agreed to jump out of a plane and nearly die.

 

 Debbie and I are doing this in September.

 

 I don't want to do it. I am scared of heights. Bugger charity, I am bricking myself. Her boyfriend has given us £100 already and we haven't even booked it. I phoned to enquire  and a gentle voiced lady said ''oh I am sure you'll be fine '' as I shrieked hysterically down the line. I bet she had a right laugh about us on her coffee break. It is 7 months away and we need to set a date as apparently people are 'breaking their necks' to go ahead and book, and yes, that is the phrase she used.

 

Before that I have Dolly to see, H to graduate and then Robbie at the O2. These will be my happy thoughts as I plummet quickly.

 

And as I will still be a target member of fat club then I will be no doubt looking just fabulous in my jumpsuit.............I am sure there is one somewhere in my bottom drawer. x

dietdevil: I want my scales back and I am going to be on the ...

dietdevil: I want my scales back and I am going to be on the ...: So since my last blog I have given my scales away , had a birthday, and oh yes.............one of my poems is going to be on the radio!  ...

I want my scales back and I am going to be on the radio and I dont care how many people I tell.......

So since my last blog I have given my scales away , had a birthday, and oh yes.............one of my poems is going to be on the radio!

 

I will explain the scales bit first.

 

I have said many a time on here and basically to anyone that will listen that I am a hopper on and off. I get up, I hop on, I hop off, I have a wee, I hop back on, I hop off, I clean my teeth, I hop back on. I have cheeky little hops ons through the day, I hop on at night and if I wake for a wee through the night, I hop on then too. This is doing me no good as the only scales I should really pay any attention to are the official ones at fat club. I gave my scales to a very nice lady called Angela.

 

I want them back.

 I want them back now.

I am weighing tomorrow totally 'blind' and have no indication as to what those bad boys will say in the morning and quite frankly, this is unsettling me.

 

I told Angela when I gave them to her not to let me have them back no matter how much begging and pleading I did and I think tomorrow there will be a LOT of that. I am a mess without them.

 

My birthday was good though. I am now 46, which I think is a bit too close to 50 for my liking but I am not going to stress about it. I got given some lovely gifts and huge amounts of alcohol, which of course after Saturday, I could drink again. My moderation amazed even me! I didn't drink loads and I didn't get drunk. My nose went heavy and I felt very tired but I am sure I behaved myself as much as can be expected. I haven't really had a drink since then and all my numerous bottles are all sat looking at me. It's odd - I know I can have them if I want but I am not sure I actually want them at the moment................

 

And the bestest news from the last few days was from Source FM,  a local ( ish ) radio station that is going to play one of my poems on its' show on Friday evening. I had to tell them a bit about myself and I said something which I thought was quite arty farty like 'yeah I like to observe people and I am lucky to have a lot of diverse people in my life which I take my material from'. I refrained from saying 'luvvy' at the end and the recording I have done is a bit cringey but we all have to start somewhere. The poem they picked was one I wrote a couple of weeks ago and in case any of you haven't read it - here it is..........

 

 

 

A Different Hat

So all the people that you encounter...
Throughout the course of humdrum days
As you rush to work, or dash round shops
With the odd child attached stickily to your hand
Some may intrigue
Some may be bland
But behind the masks of normality
Do you ever
Stop and question
That
Some may wear a different hat?

Those happy souls with smiles attached
To glowing faces
May in fact
Sit quietly when there’s no one there
May only hear their own despair
May stare at walls
Or gaze at screens
Or breathe in violent curdled screams

And those so quiet
And just ignored
We imagine sit there prim and bored
But what if they , yes, really them,
Entertain some gentlemen
Engage in drinking, swinging , drugs,
Or sip cheap dark rum from china mugs
And that grey man upon the train?
By night he may just inflict pain
On someone tied onto his bed
He cracks whips while she gives head
Behind each cranny and every nook
There’s many hats on many hooks
Of normal people just like us
That want to blend, not make a fuss
But never underestimate your observations
Of people’s lives
And complications
Never think all’s as it seems
Never think well that is that
For with us all, within our dreams
We can all sometimes wear a different hat

 

Of course since then I have had complete writers block but by writing today's blog I am easing myself in gently................darling.

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