I bet you've all been wondering where we've been the past week. No? Shame on you!
It's been a funny week, that's funny strange not funny ha ha. I could have done with it being funny ha ha, but what the heck we can't be rolling around on the floor like hyenas all the time. Talking of African wildlife, I'm feeling more and more like a grey wrinkled specimen every day. Hippo or elephant, take your pick. Paula's dentist might have told her she had chubby cheeks, well she's got nothing on me, I am suffering from everything being chubby. I blame Mike for getting ill and forcing me to comfort eat and drink. It is to my shame that I post the following photo, taken the day Mike was due to jet off on holiday.
So in light of the fact I have a very important event in June I have decided to D.I.E.T. I don't like saying the word, so like a dog and the V.E.T., it has to be spelt. I've only been at it a few days, but already I'm dreaming about illicit pleasures like custard doughnuts and toast with butter. I miss chocolate. In fact yesterday, while I was sorting out some needles, I just happened to remark that I was missing a nice bit of 70% cocoa choc, which resulted in the following conversation:
Me: I don't think I can go for more than a week without chocolate. I think I'll give up on this diet lark.
Mike: Give up and I won't talk to you again.
Me: Double advantage points then.
I should add hurriedly, that Mike is in no way responsible for my decision to slim and his remark was said in jest, mine, given the lack of sins, was probably not! So I've got 19 weeks to lose more weight than your average supermodel.
For those still interested Mike's counts on Friday (28/1/11) were:
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