So either I have absolutely no will power or I am possessed by a rather hungry demon who insists on eating crisps for breakfast and considers a slack handful of sausages and a coke a mid day snack.
I last wrote about dieting in December and I felt pretty motivated back then. I still feel pretty motivated now to be honest, but I think it is important to not confuse motivation for actions. I am motivated to do many things but that does not mean I act. It took me thirty years to take up writing so stopping eating squirty cream from the can is not going to happen overnight. Saying that overnight is normally when the squirty cream action takes place.
Today though I have woken up with a new motivation. Mostly I have spent the morning lingering in bed or writing and as it came to lunch time I realised that I had not yet eaten so I figured that probably technically counts as abeing on a diet so yes, the diet is back on.
I have definitely put on weight since I last wrote, I can feel it in the way my clothes fit me even less than they did previously and I can feel it in the way I move. Not a lot, but enough to tell me that at my age, and given that I spend a lot of my time at a desk, this weight loss lark is only going to get trickier and trickier as I get older. I imagine having bacon sandwiches every Friday doesn’t help either, but mostly It’s probably down to age and metabolism.
Not the Chinese takeaway I had last night. Definitely not that.
I love food so not eating is not an option, and having dabbled with dieting forever I think I am going to do my best to stick to Slimming World. There are eggs, lean bacon and chopped tomatoes in the kitchen which I think I shall make. I know its not as good as bran or some such but god have you eaten bran? I’d rather die a bulbous monstrosity who has to wash himself with a rag on a stick than force that down my gullet. I once took too large a spoon full of the stuff when I was trying to eat more of it to prevent myself dying from bowel cancer, something that kills a lot of men in my family, and it actually made me gag so difficult was it to chew. Like a proper eye watering “take it all” kind of gag.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Ok so it hasn’t been great over the Christmas period, I will start with that. I would add though that it was nowhere near as bad as it could have been and I have most definitely not gorged anywhere near as I have done in previous years.
There was no starter at Christmas dinner, only one pudding (shock horror right) and there’s a quite magnificent stollen covered in cherries and almonds that has lasted nearly the entire Christmas week!
A real indicator of a victory, albeit a small one, was that I didn’t even have a selection box for breakfast when we were opening gifts. That’s a bit of a tradition in our house you see.
Nonetheless it was something and over the last week we have all most definitely eaten a lot less. There remain piles of all manner of things that will likely go unconsumed and I am going to take that and get back to trying even harder.
Once I’ve finished that trifle though because it’s so damned good…
Just a quick update as I am rather full of meat and my eyes are slowly closing.
We took the kids to a comedy club thingamajig tonight as it is my eldest boys birthday next week, and they took a couple of friends with them. The evening was pleasant enough, and afterwards we thought we would take them all for dinner to TGI Fridays.
I was convinced that I was in a good place upon entering, and despite the kids all ordering ribs, which I am rather partial to, I asked for the duck salad. Duck salad right! That is actually a thing. Salad. With Duck. Whatever next.
Anyway, so there I am feeling great about the choice I just made, when the waitress heads back over. They are all out of Duck Salad.
I do wonder whether they ever actually had any you know. It really does not sound like something you should be making. Salad with duck. I think it is on there as a joke and they are convinced that nobody will ever take it seriously enough to order it.
I don’t really know how it happened, I think maybe I felt pressured into a quick decision as she was stood waiting for my revised order, but I just blurted out ribs and before I know it I am licking Jack Daniels sauce from my fingers and picking succulent pig from my teeth.
I had done rather well all day up to that point too.
Oh well, tomorrow is another day. Sleep well, I certainly will.
P.S. I ate the chips too.
A piece in which I mention sweaty bottoms quite a lot.
So yesterday was somewhat more difficult given that I had a full day work event followed by Christmas Dinner and drinks. But, I came away not completely disappointed in myself – quite surprisingly.
I did not indulge in any of the huge pile of biscuits and chocolates that were available on arrival which I thought was a real victory given that in the past I would have been the one that opened them and got stuck in first.
I cannot say the same of big fat Simon though, he rumbled into the room, reached across the table exposing his hairy arse crack, proclaimed “Ooh biscuits” and tucked in. Perhaps that’s the key to appetite suppression. Every time you’re tempted to eat squirty cream straight from the can you have to look at a picture of a large man’s hairy toilet equipment.
At lunchtime I ate only the same as a normal person, avoiding the cream cakes and sticking to a couple of sandwiches and the treat of a frightfully small piece flap jack for pudding. I did get a queer look from a couple of people when I was spotted eating a fruit kebab thing and a couple of carrot sticks and some hummus. Rather than admitting to being on a diet I explained that I was saving myself for the Christmas dinner later on.
All I really wanted to do was smash cream buns into my face in the toilet where no one could judge me.
Dinner was ordered months ago so there was not much I could do and I had a lovely pumpkin soup starter. I seem to have then ordered a burger followed by Christmas pudding. I remembered some of the encouragement I have received on here and decided to not eat the chips (fries). This would have worked had they cleared the table sooner, but they took a while so by the time they did I had eaten half. But not eating half is something I would never have done before. I would have eaten all of mine and then coveted other peoples chips. Pretty sure the bible has strong views on such things. As good as I felt about it I could think of nothing else when I got home and had real regret over not eating them.
So all in all a way better day than I had expected.
This afternoon I am thinking of popping to the hypnotist to see whether they can help me get the image of big Simon’s dirty parts out of my head.
Have a good weekend!
Let’s give it another go eh
Okay so I’m going to double up on the posts on this to get caught up so I can post daily on the matter if I so choose.
2 days in and the worse thing I have put into my mouth was a cheeky spoonful of that chicken pie I wrote about last time which my eldest had for his tea. That’s not bad because a lot of you have done a damn site worse.
Yes you. You know who you are. Don’t make me add a winky face to make my point.
There have been natural yogurts, salads, omelettes and all manner of things that seemed in a relatively unprocessed form. Novel I know. I even resisted the work Christmas Dinner in the canteen today and had a salad box instead.
The salad itself was fine and I felt fairly full afterwards. I was though really confused about something called QUINOA.
What the bloody hell is that. As if couscous isn’t bad enough with its bland offensiveness they went and slipped this stuff in there. I thought it looked okay, and hoped perhaps it might be a little spicy. It wasn’t.
Four hours later I am still finding bits of it in my mouth and in my clothes as I was forced to try spit it out and got it all over myself. What the hell is it? It managed to absorb all the moisture in my mouth and left me really rather parched indeed.
I’m assuming none of you have eaten it as you all seem quite happy types.
Anyway, it was just a quickie tonight. I think I am going to bed – I need to hydrate and get my strength up because it is the official Christmas Dinner tomorrow and I am assured there is no quinoa on the menu.
Let’s give it another go eh
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.
Let’s give it another go eh
So it turns out that after posting about dieting here and here I did very little about the matter. There were a few apples and some lighter lunchtime options enjoyed at work when I set out but there were also loose handfuls of quality street chocolates and overflowing plates of pie and mash washed down with mince pies and stollen.
Sadly it turns out a salad on a Tuesday will not in any way make up for a McDonalds Big Tasty on a Wednesday. And yes, I went large.
In some ways that is almost enough to convert me from my atheist ways. Only a force of pure evil would make a mouth watering burger total 1300 calories and a light ham salad with a splash of vinaigrette a mere 250. If such evil exists then surely there is a balance of goodness out there somewhere.
Anyway I am thinking that if I write about it a little more then perhaps that will make me feel somewhat more accountable. Or maybe a lot more. I know you will all be frightfully encouraging too.
So keep an eye out for how it goes, might be fun.