It's killing me...
Day three of the diet and exercise regime and it's killing me. After having not run now for almost a month - previously i could run 6 miles no bother at all - and i'm really suffering. It's like the body is going arrrgh!!! what you doing to me?!!!
I'm also of course, eating what a normal healthy 40 year old should eat and that is also a shock. No more slicing the chorizo secretly, until i have worn it down it a two inch stub, no poking my face in the fridge and going back for that tiny extra bit of gruyere cheese, no more toasting a wee bit of bread here and there - and worst of all looking into the ancient mines of the RSPB fridge and discovering three year old bread and defrosting that because i'm 'a bit peckish'.
Now when i am bored, i need to stop myself and go, no, i am not going to eat. And when it's that time of the month, i have to almost white knuckle it when i'm going to the garage and paying for the papers, virtually jabbing myself in the thigh to say, how is that disgusting piece of sickly sweet chocolate or packet of wine gums going to help?
Interestingly, the Newsletter, this paper in Northern Ireland, printed my column on buzzards and had a photograph of me. Except it wasn't me. It was of a very large Chinese woman who was the proud owner of several chins.
I was both dismayed and amused. The two people i have shown this to were keeled over with mirth. It is not funny i said, as i laughed too... at the very least it is a warning should i ever think that polishing off that Haagen Daz Strawberry Shortcake is a good idea.
It has not gone well at all this diet. After several false starts i just can't seem to get into gear. Either my discipline has left me, or i'm now thinking, heck, i'm 40, it's just not worth it. Eat, drink and be merry.... tomorrow we die.... or not....
I'm also of course, eating what a normal healthy 40 year old should eat and that is also a shock. No more slicing the chorizo secretly, until i have worn it down it a two inch stub, no poking my face in the fridge and going back for that tiny extra bit of gruyere cheese, no more toasting a wee bit of bread here and there - and worst of all looking into the ancient mines of the RSPB fridge and discovering three year old bread and defrosting that because i'm 'a bit peckish'.
Now when i am bored, i need to stop myself and go, no, i am not going to eat. And when it's that time of the month, i have to almost white knuckle it when i'm going to the garage and paying for the papers, virtually jabbing myself in the thigh to say, how is that disgusting piece of sickly sweet chocolate or packet of wine gums going to help?
Interestingly, the Newsletter, this paper in Northern Ireland, printed my column on buzzards and had a photograph of me. Except it wasn't me. It was of a very large Chinese woman who was the proud owner of several chins.
I was both dismayed and amused. The two people i have shown this to were keeled over with mirth. It is not funny i said, as i laughed too... at the very least it is a warning should i ever think that polishing off that Haagen Daz Strawberry Shortcake is a good idea.
It has not gone well at all this diet. After several false starts i just can't seem to get into gear. Either my discipline has left me, or i'm now thinking, heck, i'm 40, it's just not worth it. Eat, drink and be merry.... tomorrow we die.... or not....
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