Stare Into Space


Posted on | August 16, 2009 | 1 Comment

I am on a diet.  Really.  Having to buy a new suit so I could get tarted up for a wedding a week or so ago was the final straw.  I have declared War On Tubbiness.  The paunch must go before it gets to that critical mass where I’m just to damn lazy to do anything about it.

And it’s working.  I’m losing weight.  And it’s all a mostly painless process.  I know the dieting secret, you see.  The one that those fat-cats (pun not intended) don’t want you to know.  The dark mystery of weight loss.

Stop being greedy.

That’s pretty much it.  I’ve been losing weight for a fortnight and I haven’t been any more hungry than I normally would.  I’m still eating loads but I’m just being sensible with what it is – lots of veg and whatnot.  To be honest, I’m actually quite enjoying it.  I have cut out my beer and cheese evenings (previously most evenings).  It stung for a couple of days but it’s fine now.  I do miss the cheese from time to time – especially when I open the fridge and see that I’ve still got a jar of delicious, spicy, home-made chutney left.  That calls to me occasionally.  Other than that, all’s rosy.

One slight potential hiccup looms: I’m off on a mini-break with my family.  Will be eating out every meal for the next four days.  That may be more difficult but I am a determined fatty.

I will be lean and trim again soon.

Well, leaner and trimmer, relatively speaking.

Then the beer and cheese evenings can begin again.  I’ve a lot of catching up to do.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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