The one with the Limit March 9, 2011
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Day shift at work and the girlfriend had been lovely enough to pack me a packed lunch. Not a lunch per say, but a bag of fruit. And lots of it. It got me through the day, along with a few black coffees with sweeteners. I didn’t have any breakfast though, which was kind of a mistake; I’m debating whether bran flakes should be allowed back into my diet. I can’t see why not; well, I can because they’re not fruit and veg but they are as good, if not better, than a lot of fruit and veg. I expect. But then, there’s the milk.
I was late home from work; I forget why, but I have a hell of a lot on my plate at the moment and everywhere I look a new piece of (sometimes very large and/or important) work pops up out of nowhere. I delegate as much as I can but I do need to do this more; this has been my weakness for some time but if I am going to succeed in my current job– which I will – then I will need to do more of this. But it’s going to get worse before it gets better, I just need to stick in there. Devoid of any energy to cook for myself properly when I got home – even though I had asked the girlfriend to prepare her frankly awesome jacket potatoes (I don’t know what she does, but they are the nicest jackets I have ever, ever had) so I resorted to what I had last night but in a slightly larger portion – mash and peas. The mash has a dash of milk in it but probably only 15ml or so, so it can’t be that bad. I have been avoiding milk – the only milk I have had is a dash in both the mashed potatoes I have had this week, actually.
I am tempted to weigh myself tomorrow. I haven’t weighed myself yet for fear of how bad I have become sat here in my fat shirt and fat trousers and fat jacket. But I always found that losing weight really spurs me on and to have nothing to measure against makes that difficult – really difficult. So I think tomorrow I will have a quick weigh to see where I come in at and I’ll look at it relatively regularly, not necessarily weekly or on any timescale, but perhaps when I need a pick me up. Likewise, this blog isn’t necessarily daily, and it’s not much like ye olde diet blog that came into existence back in ye olde 2007 – I felt when I was trying to write these last time that I was putting extra stress and pressure on myself to write them which ruins the whole point really. This is meant to be a soundboard for my thoughts and feelings and if I feel pressured (only by myself I admit) into writing it then I feel like a songwriter without a muse, waxing lyrical without any point to the piece. Much like the last 100 or so words, but never mind.
I have made a decision though. This fruit and veg shit can’t last forever. It’s been three days and I’m already not happy with it. So, I have put a two week limit on it as anything after that is madness. It did make me think, though, that I started my diet coincidentally just before Lent – 2 days before, in fact – so what I will do is carry on being a vegetarian until Lent is over, whereby I will go back to eating healthily. I’ll be a vegetarian that eats no bread or cheese though.
Work tomorrow night this time; haven’t done a night shift on this diet before and a lot of the time that is where I’d fall apart; food from work or worse on the way home from a 24 hour drive through or pasty-wielding service station.
Oh, this morning, by the way, I looked out of the living room window to take stock of the tempaerature and whether to wear a jumper and a jacket and saw something weird staring at me from the opposite side of the block’s bin compound. Smiley it was, and staring right at me. And yellow. I was briefly very freaked out and on my way to the car, naturally I needed to investigate. And even more naturally, I had to take a photo.
I don’t even know what this is or where iot could have come from. It’s like a scarecrow, but crossed with a sunflower, wearing a checkshirt with a purple bow tie. And a massive grin. Or maybe it has a mane and isn’t a flower at all? Either way it looks like it sits in the ground in a field or allotment to scare away creatures from crops. But what is it’s function in the bin compound and where has it come from? We couldn’t be much further from any allotments or fields really. Odd.
Oh, and the cat is mental. There I was, happily lying on the sofa, and where should she chose to come and sit? On my face. Sigh.
Clearly it’s a sunflower with a personality, only somebody wants to throw it away. You are to rescue it immediately. And please can you ask The Girlfriend what she does with jacket potatoes so we can all have a go at doing them her way? I’m intrigued!