Egg day..
back to square one.
You'd think it would have got easier the second time around, as you knew you could do it, but this wasnt the case with the eggs.. second time round was harder than the first for me. I have gone off boiled eggs a little.. i enjoyed them at first, but now they are a bit overbearing. The white is okay.. it's just the yolk sticks to the roof of your mouth and is all dry.. unless I have it runny I guess, but overcooking them means I dont. Interesting stuff.. I know...
Sayign that, I do have boiled eggs at lunchtime.. but with some sort of wine vinegar. Now, I'm not sure if this is allowed or not.. the diet just says vinegar, not any particular type. So I may be cheating, I don't know. All I do know is that it makes the eggs taste 400 times better then they would have on their own.. which at this stage is a bonus, believe me.
I am at the stage now where I really cant wait to have proper food again next friday.. something tasty for gods sake. Of course all the doubters out there get on their high horses and preach to me how I'm just gonna put the weight back on again by eating the same foods, etc and it will all have been a waste.. well I have 2 main points to answer them..
1) I admit my first meal off the diet may well contain enough calories to kill a small cow, but in general I will carry on eating healthily, and also start to exercise more.. coz I know that is the key to future weight loss.
2) Fuck off you twats...
It's a slow day in work today.. one of those days when nothing seems to be done in a hurry.. including by bowel movements..
I take another dump for the first time since sunday.. and am sat on the throne for a good 20 minutes.. I begin to prepare text messages to my friends saying 'help me.. call an ambulance'.. just in case it all goes wrong.. luckily, I never have to send them.
After work I head to a local bar in Hoxton, where Owen Thomas, a work experience kid at Resolution, is having a bit of a drinky winky to celebrate his birthday. I pop in and say hello, drinking my water like some sort of alcohol leper.. The barmaid in there tries to be hilarious and says "�8.50" when she gives me the water.. I play along with the joke, and tell her I'll pay her another time.. It's a micture of sexy flirtation and pure hatred for each other.. I think I may marry her... At one point I get a little queasy and have to sit down.. I start to panic and hope that if I am going to collapse and pass out coz of the diet.. please don't let it be in a packed bar in Hoxton.. I can see it now.. I wake up on the floor, with a crowd of people with mullets staring down at me.. Disastrous..
I then head home, and put an end to this purile day by watching television and attempting to write some material for a script or somethin.. anything really that will make me feel like I've achieved something that day. I end up writing nothing.
Welcome to my life..
Oh, by the way, I had 3 eggs for tea.. see previous comments on eggs for details on taste. Or send a self addressed envelope to:
How were the eggs?
PO BOX 666
London,
IH8 E66S
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