It's definately harder being on this diet when I'm not in work. You have much more time to consider the fienr things in life.. like pizzas..
I weighed myself this morning, and clocked in at 16 stone 7lbs.. which although means I am still a fatus bastardos (latin for porker) I have lost a stone on the diet. It seems to be working, although it's no great surprise as I am eating and drinking sod all..
I took a wander over to camden in the afternoon to buy some new pants. There is a guy there who sells calvin kleins for �6, I think they are factory knock offs or something. He is like my 'pant dealer'.. I go see him for 3 big ones.. On the way I drop into the corporate machine that is 'pret a manger'.. a subsidary of McDonalds everyone keeps telling me.. and I buy some fruit salads. They were recommended to me by Kerry in work ,who incidentally has started the diet in my footsteps.. and her housemates have too.. I feel like some sort of David Koresh type figure all of a sudden.. "Follow me to weightloss city.."
The salad is lovely, and I greedily buy 2 large ones. They're only apples, watermelon, honeydew melon, pineapple, orange, etc.. but they taste amazing.. possibly coz they are made by the nubile hands of a beautiful young woman.. lovingly placing each piece of fruit into the packaging.. her sweet fertility coating the fruit in a layer of love..
At least that what it says on the shelf as you buy it.
Camden is buzzing with people, as per usual, a steady mix of the 3 T's - tourists, teenagers and tramps.. It occurs to me as I wander about how many amazingly fit women there are on a sunny day in camden (in angel too I noticed..) and it makes me eager for some female loving..
I get none. It's obvious I am too unapproachable coz of my extreme good looks.. at least that's what I tell myself..
Back at home I pulled out my four-track and recorded me playing some tunes. I wanted to write a song called 'fatboy got the takeaway blues'.. but ended up singing a song about love.. what a tosser!
My housemates were all out.. fella was at some music festival and Amy had gone to some birthday party with her girly pals where she was expecting lots of people who used to shag to have fights with each other... so I took the opportunity to enjoy some quiet time alone.
5 minutes late I was bored.
I took a wander to sainsburys and bought my steak and cottage cheese.. I am definately spending more money on this diet than I did when I was eating 'normally'.. I also gave 50p to a homeless guy sat on the street. I wouldnt normally, but he looked like he was sobering up so I had to do something...
I cooked the steak, but could only eat half of it. I didnt know whether this was because I was genuinely full, or because I was angst ridden at being sat alone on a saturday night.. probably both. I arranged to meet my friend Kelly later in the night in town for a quick beer.. or water in my case.. he was playing a gig but we met after and had a bit of a laugh. It was cool, we were both tired, so didnt stay out long, but it was good to see him.. On the way to meet him I saw a guy lieing in the street with blood pouring out of his head.. real blood.. it was both disturbing and at the same time amazing..
Another day had ended. I stayed up late just to have a laugh at Amy and her friend Louisa coming in absolutely pissed at 3am.. then I went to bed and dreamt of those girls I'd seen in Camden.. absolute scorchers!