dietdevil: Sometimes you need a bit of nomch.

dietdevil: Sometimes you need a bit of nomch.: So this week has been quite a week. Freddy is less of a man and I am a target member of fat club and I have to say it is quite liberating. ...

Sometimes you need a bit of nomch.

So this week has been quite a week. Freddy is less of a man and I am a target member of fat club and I have to say it is quite liberating. I have eaten more than normal ( all good stuff ) I only want to see scales on a Wednesday and I fitted a new skirt yesterday that I never thought I would. This is all new to me.

 

Heck, I may even throw some carbs into my meals on Tuesday I am so chilled, and of course anyone that knows me will laugh at this bit as I am rarely chilled at all.

 

Last night was a night out with the quiz geeks and we won! I managed to say 'James Blunt' instead of 'Morecambe and Wise' but I did get 'Newquay' and 'Ben Kinglsey'. I really think my skill lies with writing quizzes as opposed to playing them and there was rather too much sport for my liking.

 

And my new hair is holding up. I even managed to make it look relatively respectable for last night. When I left the house it was damp ( the weather, not my hair ) and  when I left the pub to come home it was torrential rain but luckily, the mature gentleman of our team, Pat, leant me his scarf to wrap around my head to save my straight locks turning into a Diana Ross fro. And today has been no better. Just when we got used to a bit of sunshine, the gale force winds and the unrelenting wet is back. We in St Ives do not like this.

 

Tonight is one of those days when I need some good old fashioned stodge so I am cooking that Cornish favourite - raw fry. I made it last week and it proved very popular and so am doing it again this evening. Washed down with a cheeky glass of merlot and I think it will be perfect. I love food and contrary to what some may think as I am always on a 'diet' that I may eat only lettuce but I don't. I seriously adore nothing better than a nice meal in my belly and something nice to wash it down with, it's just all about finding different ways to cook things and being able to adapt favourite recipes so they are kinder to your hips.

 

And that is basically all there is to it. And all that is left for me to do is to enjoy this.......and yes, it tastes nicer than it looks!

 

 

Cheers!

 

dietdevil: I got a shiny pin thing and then I ate a burger.

dietdevil: I got a shiny pin thing and then I ate a burger.: So at approximately 9.32 am on Wednesday February 26th 2014 I got to target at Slimming World. They had run out of certificates but I got a...

I got a shiny pin thing and then I ate a burger.

So at approximately 9.32 am on Wednesday February 26th 2014 I got to target at Slimming World. They had run out of certificates but I got a nice shiny pin.

 

 

The defining moment was actually quite underwhelming. I hopped on and the numbers flashed at me and I filled up a little bit but slim people are always a bit flaky aren't they?

 

Anyway , enough of that - I want to talk about our grand day out.

 

The sun was shining in Camborne and I have to say there is a LOT of charity shops there. We rifled through them all and Leanne bought 2 pie dishes, a lemon squeezer that has now broken and I bought a nice Next top. I wanted to buy a bright pink jacket but was dissuaded. The pound shops were fantastic and I have to say that this is something that St Ives is definitely missing. A Shake and Vac, 2 lots of nice hair conditioner, 2 packets of smash and a feather duster - all for £6 - ansum!

 

And then it was lunch at Birdies Bistro on the Hayle Estuary. I had only heard good things about the place and today I certainly wasn't disappointed. Light , airy and contemporary , great service ,  even better food and 2 very naughty glasses of wine and an even naughtier slice of carrot cake for puddy and it was perfect.

 

Tomorrow is a new week and I am going to continue eating how I have since September. I cant see the point in changing anything and of course I now don't have to pay and I am allowed to go 3 pounds either side of my target weight. It is all new territory for me and I shall chug on as before. If I lose a little bit more weight then I may drop my target but for the moment I am going to enjoy being where I am. I will never be a stick and I think half the battle is accepting that we are all different builds and shapes and sizes, and we must be happy that no two of us are the same.

 

Onwards and, oh, yes , the same.

 

 

 

dietdevil: We can all get the chop and bring it on Cambruth! ...

dietdevil: We can all get the chop and bring it on Cambruth! ...: So Freddy is now minus his crown jewels. He isn't looking very happy, but I wasn't too happy either when the first thing he did on ...

We can all get the chop and bring it on Cambruth! Or Redborne!

So Freddy is now minus his crown jewels. He isn't looking very happy, but I wasn't too happy either when the first thing he did on his return from the vets was to try and bite Mutley. I am giving him a few days to work those nasty male hormones out of his post anaesthetic body and if he continues to behave in such a way then it is on to Plan B. I want my animals ( and myself ) to be happy and at this precise moment I do not want to discuss it any more.

 

And as tomorrow is Wednesday and I am virtually carb free and therefore a little bit hysterical and am clutching at the proverbial straws in a hopeful attempt to get to target - I decide to come out in sympathy with Freddy and I have also had the chop. My frizz and unruly mop has gone and I think I look very sensible. I am also hoping that what came off weighed one and a half pounds.......

 

 

And tomorrow I am a little bit excited regardless of whether I lose or not. I am off up Camborne and Redruth with Leanne. We are taking austerity measures to the extreme and are raiding the  charity shops. We have been told that those  shops up that end of Cornwall are much much more refined than the ones in St Ives. Speaking of which I am going to have a mini rant.

 

I have given all of my fat clothes to the BHF shop round the corner which is quite ironic really. I go in there quite a lot as I decide to throw yet  another bag full of tents out and I have to say that the 'staff' are ridiculously miserable.

 

Yes I know it's a voluntary job and yes I know that you probably meet some right types in there ( me ) but FOR GOD'S SAKE - SMILE!

 

Anyway, back to my spiritual home of Cambruth/Redborne - we are also going to go to the pound shops as this is another thing that St Ives is sadly lacking. I really want to buy 18 packets of noodles for a quid and Leanne is apparently after Pyrex. My friend Debbie reckons that we will be amazed at the bargains and I am hoping for some Boden or Monsoon.

 

And I hosted the quiz last night at Morvah. It was a lovely night. I got a thank you bottle of wine but I also got a whopping big quiz book which made my tummy churn with a geek type pleasure a bit. There was also lots of nude paintings of vaginas behind where I was standing and I think I showed my immaturity by giggling. It was funny though.

 

Quiet night in tonight. Shenanigans tomorrow and I have to fit in DAY TWO of my quest to run 5k. I could walk today which was a plus and I am almost looking forward to pounding the sands of Porthmeor again. We are lunching out after our bargain bonanza so I will need to run that little bit faster. ...but there again my lack of hair wont weigh me down.

 

Fingers crossed for tomorrow folks. I am trying to be all cool and not stamp my feet too much.

 

dietdevil: Oh my - Fifty Shades of Pink

dietdevil: Oh my - Fifty Shades of Pink: So I ran. Oh yes I did and I was like the wind. Ok it was more of a gentle breeze mingled with some heavy breathing but I did exactly what ...