Okay, so I posted about my intentions with regards to weight loss and one day in it went okay. I had more fruit than I normally would, I had a chicken Caesar wrap for lunch and for dinner pilchards on toast. There was plenty of water and I had a small bag of nuts and seeds because I apparently need to get more good cholesterol in me.
So that’s all very positive. I will admit though I so wanted to eat that delicious looking chicken pie sat looking at me whenever I open the fridge. It just screams “eat me you fat bastard, ram me into your hungry hole right now and to hell with your high blood pressure because you know I am going to taste so damned good.”
Pies are awful creatures they really are. I was once set upon by two sausage and tomato pies and a Cornish pasty and it took all my efforts to fight them off and devour them (all in self-defence I might add).
Aah good times.
Oh and how hard I had to resist buying a trifle when I popped to the shops. If I had bought it I know for a fact that I would have found myself eating it wearing only my underpants stood in front of the fridge at 3am, waking with a custard moustache and wondered why I wasn’t in the mood for breakfast.
Custard moustache…ha. Sounds like a sex act.
“Yeah man I took her back to my place and she gave me a custard moustache…”
Anyway, the struggle is real trust me.
But I didn’t, instead I did the things I know I need to do and have also started today with porridge. I sexed it up with a few raisins and a sprinkling of coconut. Rock and roll baby!
Wonder if I can now get into those jeans I haven’t been able to squeeze into for years. It has been an entire day after all.