22: 3

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Back to the eating thing again. I do not stick to it religiously but it does help when I am feeling bored and wondering, maybe I could sneak a few mouthfuls of mozzarella and then go, nope, it is 9 pm. I CANNOT.

The excesses of last Sunday have slowed the roll. But it is still going... I keep telling myself I am now halfway, in 2 weeks time, well 10 days time, I will be very close to the weight I had hoped I could be for a very long time. It is only 10 more days and when I get there I will be able to wear most of my wardrobe again. And then after another 2 weeks, so mid June I will be able to wear all of it.

That's nothing. That's 24 days. In the grand scheme of things a month and a half of disciplined eating is nothing to get rid of the weight I have carried around now for what? Well certainly since last year. I kept all that in check by the crazy amount of walking I did round Singapore. By the time Singapore arrives I will be swimming and running everyday with my new weight which means that I will be fitter than I have been in years by the time I get back here. And if I maintain the intermittent fasting for four out of seven days, or even five out of seven days, I will be able to keep my weight.

I think I was this weight maybe slightly smaller when I entered Harapan and it took me a month of stomach trouble and very little food to get to the weight I wanted to be in 2011.

It's cool. I will get there. Now I know it is possible I will get there.

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It is running, but with time.

I could go running, but why bother? I do so much activity over the entire day that I am good. 

I say the same thing all the time as I watch my weight vanish. How can people take so little to survive? 

Last night I had a full bowl of salad - half a fennel, tomato, half a cucumber and an avocado. It tasted like heaven. All food tastes wonderful when you are eating judiciously. The craving for the novel and the overcomplicated is the result of a jaded palate. I cut up a single rib, broiled it with a large scallion, ginger and garlic powder. I did not eat the fat. The fat I rendered to make frying oil which I refrigerate.

I had three chocolates and some double cream, and a quarter of a pineapple. A small glass of white wine. 

All this spaced out through the three hours and then they were up. The witching time. I could no longer eat nor drink anything bar tea and coffee - and water of course.

I have been up all night coughing. I cough in my sleep. I wake up hoarse and sore. I am exhausted. My head hurts. I take painkillers. I still cannot speak. Everything is a whisper.

I must take the bins out.

It is time... I have almost gotten the fly situation under control.

I now wrap everything in the bin and make sure nothing escapes. I understand these assholes now. what is the point of them? I find evidence of their work and just obliterate everything. I can't quite believe how stupid I was.

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