Eh??? (a.k.a Weight Loss Report - Week 11)
Thursday, 27. March 2008, 20:46:39
Colour me stunned.
I've lost 2 and a half pounds this week. The major question is: HOW?
I don't understand this at all.
I've done no significant exercise this week (I even rode the bus into work a couple of times instead of walking!), have eaten some foods that are major no-no's, drank more alcohol than is good for me and have spent two days sat on my ass playing video games with my brother...and I've lost 2 and a half pounds?!?
Getting weighed this week I tried to soften the blow by being Mr Up-front about it. I told Gillian not to expect any significant improvements this week: 'I'm sorry, it's been a bad one!'. And she goes and does that to me. I very nearly called her a liar right there, asked her to re-do it!
It takes a lot to rob me of speech, it really does, but I sat on my stool for a good few minutes afterwards unable to say a word, staring open-mouthed at the spectacular new weight she'd written on my card. 14 stone 13 lbs. It felt like a bizarre dream. I'd have pinched myself only...only I'd got the result I'd set for myself last week and if there was the teensiest chance this was real...I haven't been 14 stone anything since -(god, how long is it now?)- probably since before I left my bar job in 2004! Holy poo-poo-ka-ka!
I'm still a litle shell-shocked. But to celebrate I made myself a delicious pasta dish with 'Mediterranean' vegetables (Peppers, courgettes, cherry tomatoes and aubergines in a basil sauce), Tomato Pesto, fresh, finely-grated parmesan (a parting gift from my mother at the weekend) and a liberal dose of olive oil. You should always reward good results.
And this just goes to show how good my vaunted body-sense is, doesn't it? I wonder if it's too late to return it...
I've lost 2 and a half pounds this week. The major question is: HOW?
I don't understand this at all.
Getting weighed this week I tried to soften the blow by being Mr Up-front about it. I told Gillian not to expect any significant improvements this week: 'I'm sorry, it's been a bad one!'. And she goes and does that to me. I very nearly called her a liar right there, asked her to re-do it!
It takes a lot to rob me of speech, it really does, but I sat on my stool for a good few minutes afterwards unable to say a word, staring open-mouthed at the spectacular new weight she'd written on my card. 14 stone 13 lbs. It felt like a bizarre dream. I'd have pinched myself only...only I'd got the result I'd set for myself last week and if there was the teensiest chance this was real...I haven't been 14 stone anything since -(god, how long is it now?)- probably since before I left my bar job in 2004! Holy poo-poo-ka-ka!
I'm still a litle shell-shocked. But to celebrate I made myself a delicious pasta dish with 'Mediterranean' vegetables (Peppers, courgettes, cherry tomatoes and aubergines in a basil sauce), Tomato Pesto, fresh, finely-grated parmesan (a parting gift from my mother at the weekend) and a liberal dose of olive oil. You should always reward good results.
And this just goes to show how good my vaunted body-sense is, doesn't it? I wonder if it's too late to return it...







solid copper # 28. March 2008, 07:51
GrantTLC # 28. March 2008, 08:32
I'm a big fan of saying what you think. Please feel free to say anything you feel like while commenting here.
solid copper # 28. March 2008, 16:20
GrantTLC # 28. March 2008, 19:05
Odessa # 28. March 2008, 19:12
solid copper # 29. March 2008, 10:51
Indeed. Our latest conversation went like this:
- "Granty is not gay, Sir."
- "Good. I don't want to lose that ship."
GrantTLC # 29. March 2008, 10:54