I wrote previously about being fat, and since that post – despite great consideration – did precisely nothing about it. Unless of course you were to count the two meals below, which I think may actually have had exactly the opposite effect of a nice salad and a walk in the park. I am no nutritionist though, so cannot be absolutely certain on that point.
The feast above was enjoyed (and shared) at Miller and Carter in Huddersfield, and whilst there is an abundance of Salad I imagine the benefits were likely undone by the lashings of dressing and the presence of an entire deep fried crab. Again, I would welcome a steer on that point from someone in the know.
Now the next meal I enjoyed at the Bottomley Arms in Halifax, and the ultimate burger seems something they are rather proud of.
After eating as much of it as I could, washed down with a cheeky gin and tonic or two, I realised that perhaps any item of food that has the word ‘Ultimate’ in the description is unlikely to prepare one for a lengthy session in the gym.
Equally, another indication as to its inappropriateness for exertion of any type other than the loosening of one’s belt and sweating on the way back to the car may have been the use of the phrase ‘…and even more onion rings and cheese…”
I’m pretty sure it had pulled pork on it. I vaguely recall the use of the words ‘succulent’, ‘juicy’ and ‘hand pulled’ at some point in the evening.
Anyway, I checked both Slimming World and Weight Watchers websites in the hope that perhaps I could pass them off under a few ‘healthy B’s’ or maybe they might come in under a daily ‘points total’ but alas not. Both sites simply confirmed that not only am I big boned with a healthy appetite but I am also somewhat delusional.
So, that being said I awoke this morning and for some reason thought, “why don’t you get on the scale.” You want to know the number don’t you. Yeah well I think perhaps I’ll keep that for another day but what I will say is that I decided that I would have a go at not having bacon for breakfast and take it from there. What I did have was this:
It was ok I guess, for a breakfast that was not pork based. What I will say is that I didn’t need a lie down after it so that’s something right?
Admittedly, I was tempted to toss the strawberries and a couple of meringues directly into my mouth and top it up with the can of squirty cream that’s in the fridge. I was worried though that should I have a stroke and fall down dead at that very moment it would scar the kids for life when they found me lying there, clad only in my underpants, Eton mess spilling from my mouth and looking like I’d succumbed to rabies.
So we shall see how it goes, and I will continue to share. I may well have to change the featured image in this photo if I get a chance later because I feel like that woman with the fruit is just mocking me.