| DAY SIX Not much to report today I am afraid. The usual stuff..get up.. shower.. boil egg.. you know the score. I think as hard as it is being in work on this diet, with all the snacks about, it also makes it easier as I am kept busy without thinking about it too much. The hardest thing is keeping to the schedule, time wise.. i.e. when I eat. Not only is it quite hard to find these specific things in the cafes etc around work (I know.. I should make it and bring it in..) but I work late many evenings and so end up eating late. Tonight was no exception.. I left work extremely late, ending up wandering around sainsburys in Angel at 11pm looking for steak and cottage cheese.. I'm buying my tea as the rest of islington go home after a night in the pub.. Bastards. Earlier in the day, I had a bit of a relapse. Not a full one, but it showed me how easy it is to slip without knowing it. I was stood in the kitchen in work, chatting to Joe.. the most laid back man on the planet.. and I picked up a chocolate finger and put it in my mouth without even realising I was doing it.. of course I realised straight away and spat it out.. but it shook me up a bit. I felt a bit like bill clinton when he smoked pot.. "Yes, I put that chocolate finger in my mouth.. but I did not taste it.. nor consume any of its calories.." A close call. Later I get an e-mail from my friend Leachy. He and his partner in crime Liz sent me a little gift as an attachment.. SEE IT HERE It was a nice thought, and I sent a message back telling him what a bastard he was. He just laughed. I bought some weighing scales at last, and got them in Argos on the way to work. On a side note, if you ever want to go to the most depressing, soulless place on the face of this planet, go to Argos on old street. It's truly depressing, and waiting longer than 10 minutes would surely result in some sort of coma being induced.. The faces on the staff say it all.. and who can blame them. My paranoia hit a new high when I was stood in the queue and I began to think that everyone was thinking I was a fat bastard.. purely because I was buying weighing scales.. I weighed myself.. and clocked in at 17 stone. 9lbs less than I was 2 weeks ago.. it seems to be working. What amazed me even more was that when I weighed myself at 11.30pm.. I was 16st 5lbs.. I wondered how I could lose nearly half a stone in a day, and wondered if the scales were faulty. And that's it really.. a pretty dull day. I bet anne frank didnt have days like this.. (that reminds me of a good joke about anne frank being a lesbian, something to do with coming out of the closet..) |