Friday, 27 December 2013
dietdevil: Baubles or lack of and the resisitng of truffles.: So I survived Christmas and all things considered ( ie, I am a total humbugger ) it was actually very nice. I did not get up at 5am, I got ...
So I survived Christmas and all things considered ( ie, I am a total humbugger ) it was actually very nice. I did not get up at 5am, I got some lovely presents and my turkey wasn't dry, so all was good.
Well mostly - in trying to become top dog in the house Freddy has been downright mean to Mutley and we have had a few nasty incidents. I for one wanted to get them both chopped earlier this year but my husband ( for once ) put his foot down so I didn't. Too late now - Freddy is booked in for Monday and his baubles will no longer be hanging from his tree. And that's all I am going to say about it.
I need to talk about my diet as this blog was intended to be about diets anyway and I have to say I have been remarkably restrained.
Monday night I experienced a Polish Christmas and I have to say the food was very nice and I ate lots of it but I wasn't so restrained with the vodka shots. I drank gallons of the stuff - and remained upright. The following day I struggled a little bit but managed to haul my sorry ass down to Caffe Pasta for the annual girls lunch with my 2 best gay friends. A bowl of soup and half a pizza sorted me out although I did make sure I sat at the seat nearest to the loo...........
Christmas Day was all about the meat. My turkey was moist, my gammon was nicely glazed and I have to say that my gravy ( northern style obviously ) clung to my roast potatoes in a very alluring manner. I had crème brulee for pud and had some satsumas for tea.
Am I sad? Yes a bit but since my angelic slimming worlding for the past 3 months I simply can't shovel it in like I used to. I get weighed next Thursday and have high hopes that I will at the very least not have gained anything over Christmas and even higher hopes that I may even lose a little.
And there is only 4 more days of this grotty year left. This pleases me no end.
It was my annus horribilus although not all of it was bad.
2014 will be fun and I will enjoy it. I am seeing Dolly Parton and Robbie Williams, I will see H graduate, I will parachute out of an aeroplane for charity and , oh yes, I am going dry in January for Cancer Research!! I am a bit concerned that I have no donations apart from £2 so can you all dig deep and be generous!
Thank you - I am now going to eat yet another Satsuma x
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
dietdevil: Dirty burgers, chips, slut drops and the lack of a...: So I have been here and there and everywhere! I am going to do this blog in the form of a detailed list because I am going to get confused ...
So I have been here and there and everywhere! I am going to do this blog in the form of a detailed list because I am going to get confused if I don't.
1. I ate chips! To celebrate finishing my antibiotics I ate a bag of chips on Friday night. They were sublime.
2. I drove to Cardiff on Saturday and when there, I ate a dirty burger and some more chips. They were sublime.
3. I drove back from Cardiff with H in the car and then had an X Factor final party . Wine was consumed and a tin of the Roses reserved for Christmas were opened. They too were sublime.
Are you sensing a pattern here? Yes I have fallen off the wagon but I did manage to climb back on it yesterday morning and I have weighed and I am still going to waddle into fat club tomorrow and face the music. It wont be pretty and there may be a hissy fit but I will still go.
At our XF party H suggested some party games that she likes playing at uni. One involved picking up a cardboard box with your teeth and not putting your hands on the floor. After each round the box gets cut and made smaller and one of my friends who's name begins with an 'M' astonished us with her flexibility...............or has H worded it - check out the slut drops!
I was knackered as the journey back was horrendous due to torrential rain and high winds but I did laugh a lot and think how lucky I am to have such a fab group of friends.
Now you may want to call the NSPCC after I announce the next bit.
My tree is still unerected!
I took my friend to buy a real one today and I have to say it did smell lovely in the back of my car.
Another friend sent me a picture of his pop up twenty quid tree from Argos and I said it looked very kitsch but in a nice way.
My tree is under the stairs in a box. We have grand plans to get it out tomorrow and get it up. I am trying really hard to like Christmas, honest I am but I just don't like my tree up too early. Plus my cat will trash it and I am sure at least one of the spaniels will run off with a bauble and as I have the cold and don't want noise and disruption I am trying to put off the inevitable.
I also haven't really bought any presents but Sunday is the day when it will all be done! I am determined and nothing will stop me. Not even the thought of all the crowds and screaming kids and stress - I will get it done.
I have taken next week off from fat club and along with the box of half eaten Roses there is also a box of Quality Street. I will buy no more chocolate and will drink all the booze because I am going dry from 9am on New Years Day ................and it's all for charity!
Should be interesting...........
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
dietdevil: I can't eat any more yogurt and I need to man up!: Ok so the gums are still sore and I have 3 nights out , plus a lunch out , a parents evening at M's 6th form college and I need to lose...
Ok so the gums are still sore and I have 3 nights out , plus a lunch out , a parents evening at M's 6th form college and I need to lose a pound by tomorrow. No pressure then. I need to man up. Oh and my tree still isn't up and Casual Nick has just phoned me because he forgot to put my gp's name on his referral letter so I have been set back 4 days on the whole extraction process.
Apart from that I am fine.
My cheeks are no longer swollen but the bits inside my mouth are. I had a near fatal incident last night when some of my oil of cloves that I was tenderly massaging onto my afflicted areas trickled down my throat. I panicked but I am still here. My voice has returned to normal and I am so glad that I am not a neurotic hypochondriac .
It's fat club tomorrow and our Christmas do. It is a carvery in a restaurant that I am sure got shut down for food poisoning a few years ago. If I lose a pound by tomorrow then I will get my 2 stone award and sticker and certificate and you all know what a sucker I am for these types of things. It will also mean a lovely selfie of me looking joyous on Facebook and I am still laughing at the fact that according to that very social networking site that out of my entire 2013 in review, that a photo of me with seagull plop dripping down my face was the most popular post.
I am at a party tonight and there will be lots of food. And booze. I am going to sip water and eat the carrots and celery and not dip them in anything. I have 2 tins of Roses in my lounge and M keeps asking me to open them but I am determined. I reckon that 'project minging dress' was a no no because since I gave myself the target of fitting into it by Christmas and having lost weight since then, it still wont zip up and I never liked in anyway.
And going back to the fat club do tomorrow............what does one wear to a day time do in a place that could potentially enable us to lose like a stone by next week if history repeats itself? Do I dress smart, fancy or casual? Hair up or down? How much make up? It's all decisions here. And if I don't lose that pound does that mean I will ransack the roasties, pile on the parsnips and gorge on the gravy? And do I have a pud?
One thing for sure is - as soon as my gums are better, I will never eat a yogurt again. I don't even bloody like the stuff. I can just about tolerate a greek one but generally I think yogurt is yuk. All I want to do is crunch without wincing and to eat on both sides of my mouth without tipping my head to the right and dribbling. I am painting a lovely picture here, but that's how it is.
And I am very excited about the weekend so I need to feel better. I am retrieving H from Wales and bringing her home. She is ready to be back and I am ready to have her home. We all are. She misses the spaniels desperately when she isn't at home and I know there will be lots of squealing and weeing when she comes through the door - from the dogs and not from her obviously.
And on that jolly note, I need to scout through my wardrobe for something to wear tonight - but not the minging dress obviously.
Sunday, 8 December 2013
dietdevil: Gumgate, Hamstergate, Dietgate and Hugh Grant.: So they're back! My Wisdom teeth had reared their ugly heads again and I ended up back in the chair of Casual Nick on Friday. I l...
So they're back!
My Wisdom teeth had reared their ugly heads again and I ended up back in the chair of Casual Nick on Friday. I like Casual Nick. He has a dry sense of humour and we have a banter. One of the receptionists told me that a lot of people don't quite know how to take him and one mother was very upset because he asked her which end of the toothbrush her child actually used to clean her teeth.
Anyway, I am digressing - CN took a look at me and said 'ouch' when he saw my poor hamster type face. He then gently laid me down and looked into my mouth and said -
''Liz you have a cracker of an infection'' and then whipped some antibiotics out of his special drawer.
Now they are not the same ones that I had last time - they are less evil and I can still have a drink with them but I am not allowed to go to any stag or hen nights. I think CN gets the impression that I am some sort of party animal but I'm not. I am just sociable and most of my socialising involves alcohol. It's as simple as that.
He has also written to the hospital and advised that they get me in asap to get them whipped out. he is getting his whipped out too and for one moment I thought he may suggest we make a day of it together. As mine aren't popping through yet it will involve 2 visits - one to slice the top of my gums and the other to dig them out. I don't want to think about it any more.
Anyway, my cheek has now gone down a bit and I don't look quite as much like a hamster as I did on Friday. I am hoping to return to normal really soon.
I have had a couple of fun nights out in the last week. One was a wine tasting night at a lovely little bar on the harbour. It was brilliant. We pretended we knew what we were talking about as we slurped and the food was amazing. It is a seafood place and there was delicious canapés and crabs and a wonderful rum and crab bisque to sip. I enjoyed every minute of it.
And this week it is the fat club Christmas do!
Witchy Liz will not be there which is just as well because I do not think I could enjoy a carvery with her picking and slopping at herself. The woman is crazy! And not in a good way either.........She is having an operation on Wednesday and nobody has dared to ask what the operation is for. She has a stick so I am guessing it is for her leg but she left class early this week and my secret buddy and myself saw her walk through the car park practically carrying the stick and not a limp in sight.
And I still have no tree up. I am guessing that I will do it around the 20th or better still - H and M can do it when H gets back from uni. I am totally useless at putting shiny balls on trees and as I am a total humbugger it will only be done begrudgingly so I think it's best if I give it a miss.
I promise faithfully to cheer up soon though and enjoy the festive season. I have a huge tin of Roses and several bottles of nice wine so I am getting there. And as soon as I have seen the film 'Love Actually' I will be fine.
Christmas isn't Christmas without Hugh Grant.
Sunday, 1 December 2013
dietdevil: December December - do I really stand a chance?: So I haven't blogged for nearly a week. I have been busy busy busy. Up to Cardiff to visit H, popping over to Bristol to visit Mother a...
So I haven't blogged for nearly a week. I have been busy busy busy. Up to Cardiff to visit H, popping over to Bristol to visit Mother and then back to rainy Cornwall. I had a great time but I am tired.
I weighed in at a Welsh fat club and managed to stay the same even though I hadn't eaten much and I am confident of a gain this week. I need to get to grips with this. Since rejoining in September I have lost every week apart from twice when I maintained and I hate failing. BUT what chance do I have?
It was our book group do last night and it was a murder mystery night and I drank rather a lot. I also ate bread, roast potatoes and cheese - but I did give my crackers away. This will not help me and I am trying to convince myself that a gain of a couple of pounds is not the end of the world..............but this is going to be hard.
I am not a huge fan of Christmas. It always slightly depresses me and I know there will be lots of wine and chocs in the house and I just don't know if I have the willpower to resist - and to be quite honest, why should I? It's only really a couple of days and surely there's only so much choc I can consume but the thought of it is stressing me out.
I am still going to attend fat club but am thinking that I may actually aim to be the same weight as I am now at the end of the month and then crack on with a vengeance in January. This will enable me to keep an eye on what I eat but not to become hysterical if I don't lose. This will be the logical thing to do and as I am rarely logical then I think I should try it.
On a jollier note, last night's do was fabulous! The murder mystery was played out by actors and I think I may have found my dream job! The characters each did various scenes and interactions and then came round the tables so we could question them. We had all had rather a lot of alcohol by the time this took place so the banter was flying left right and centre. We were also encouraged to heckle and join in and I loved every moment of it. I now want to be a murder mystery actress when I grow up. I texted Leanne to tell her this but she was drunk in Bristol and kept calling me 'Luz' or 'Loz' and I don't think she got quite how excited I was.
My tree is not up and will not be up for I reckon about 2 weeks tops. I haven't bought a single present and I haven't seen any sign of this film on telly yet so who knows? I have 23 days left to get my arse into gear and to try and un-Ebeneezer myself.
It also 30 days until the end of my annus horribilus . I told Casual Nick the dentist about it when he last prodded my gums and he said I will never have another year like it. He may be a bit rough with his gum cleaning tools but he is a kind man and I hope he is right. The second half of the year did improve but I am looking forward to 2014 and new challenges and a couple of cheeky little resolutions to try and stick to.
Onwards and downwards - just not until January x