Purged

Spent most of yesterday doing food tastings. Comparing Organic soft fruit with Conventional. Some tasted better, some not. However, all that soft fruit had a profound affect on my digestive system and I found myself running to the loo on a number of occasions later in the day.

Probably lost weight by virtue of there being absolutely nothing left inside me!!!! I felt well and truly purged...

Talking of weight, I had a cheeky weigh-in on Tuesday and am happy to report that I am trending back towards my target weight of 11st 10lbs or whatever it was.


I went out for a few beers later yesterday with Brett, and my stomach felt like it was in knots. Try and be healthy and look what happens!!!! So I grabbed a bag of chips drizzled in chilli sauce from the chippy when I got back home. That seems to have sorted me out, thank God!!!!

Off to a place called Hitchin today. God knows where that is. I actually don't know where anything is anymore. I just key the postcode into the Sat Nav that Vince kindly gave me, and go into a sort of daze, whilst following the instructions of the sexy voice of Susan. If Susan gets a bit boring I can change it to a Karen, a no nonsense American girl who raps out the directions in a military style voice, or Angela, a sweet Scottish lady who's calming tones are totally wasted on Sat Nav duties. I can think of a million and one better things that she could be doing...

My legs are absolutely killing me. I have run for the last five days or so, in a row, with no rest days. Plus all that running to the loo yesterday. I am sure I deserve a rest today. What I will do is go for a session in the gym and maybe just a short two mile run. Time is tight because I have to get back from Hitchin, do the exercise, clean the house and be ready for Kez at about 8:30.

Rush, rush, rush seems to be the order of the day, week and month at the moment. Oh well, just a few more weeks and we are off to Fuerteventura for a two week break. We are both so totally looking forwards to it. We need a break and we have such a good laugh when we are away. We are able to totally relax in each other's company and chill. (o:

Right, I guess I better put my glad-rags on and follow the directions to this place called Hitchin!!

Laters...


SUBNOTE: ARRGH - I CAN FEEL RUMBLINGS IN MY BELLY - WAVE TWO OF THE GREAT PURGE IS ABOUT TO START. WHO'S STUPID IDEA WAS CHIPS AND CHILLI SAUCE?????

Silk sheets and baby oil!!!!

Disappointed but not surprised to see that I have put on 4 lbs and am now at 12st 2lbs. Oh well..

You have to burn 3,500 cals more than you take in to lose a single pound in weight. A freaking McDonalds meal is way in excess of 1,000 cals. 4 rashers of fried bacon are 500 cals. Seems like a hiding to nothing when you look at it like that!!!

Went out for a sexy three mile run today, doorstep to doorstep, so no carbon footprint by not having to drive somewhere, then run. That in itself is a ball-ache. What I need is no blocks. Running 5 miles also causes a huge block due to the massive amount of energy required to do it. So 3 miles every day now until I am firmly under the 12 stone mark again, and running at less than 8 minutes per mile.

Another pretty sleepless night last night. We put the silk sheets and duvet on and it is like trying to sleep in a vat of Johnson's Baby Oil. Lovely texture but by Christ, everything is slipping and sliding around like nobody's business. Eventually I wrapped myself in my (our) comfort blanket and kipped on the sofa. Could simply bear it no longer. This was at about 2.30 in the morning..

Kerrie has me on strict alcohol rationing at the moment. Trying to stop the massive calorie intake, but then comes round with a bottle of wine and marks on the bottle where I can drink to (like one large glass!!!!). I am sure it is character building or something like. Bless..

We watched The 40 Year Old Virgin last night on DVD. Strange film, quite funny in places but totally stupid overall. Today was spent pottering really. Had an hour meeting at 8:30 this morning and the rest of the day was mine to do whatever. As is tomorrow.

Right, Corrie double-bill is on in a minute, Kez is tucked up at her parents trying to catch up on some sleep and shake off a cold that seems to have afflicted her this weekend, I have sneaked in a bottle of wine and a monster packet of Doritos, so time to chill, catch Top Gear repeat on Dave, and hope that I get a full night's kip that will bring me back to full strength tomorrow.

Until then...

Sleep language

Just out of bed on Sunday morning. Every limb is hurting. I am still exhausted.

Interesting conversation in the pub with Kerrie last night. How you sleep together says a lot about your relationship, apparently.

Back to back and you are not at all close. Both facing up in the air and you are about to part. Like spoons and you are very close. Face to face and you are destined to be together for ever.

OK, so I had been up since 6am yesterday morning, I am exhausted from working like a dog for 4 weeks, and I now have to go to bed thinking about what my 'sleep language' might be saying about me.... Thanks. I was so paranoid that I got no sleep. Eventually falling off at about 4am.

Oh well, just another day to drag my sorry ass through...

Good news is that I have Monday and Tuesday off, so I will be fully match fit by Wednesday. As for today, we are off for a run, and then going to get weighed. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me be at least half a kilo lighter than last week. Somehow, I think not )o:

Last Night in Droitwich

Well this is it. The last night in this deary place. I have kinda got used to the place now, even the hotel, and met some really nice people, but cannot wait to get back home.

Don't have the mental or physical strength to think or type what I have done over the last few days, but it has been exhausting.

Ciao 4 now (o:

Health Warning (o:

I would like to bring your attention to the above. To you and me, it looks like just another packet of biscuits. You know the sort of thing, it stays hidden away at the bottom of the shopping trolley and somehow manages to slip unnoticed into your packing. When you get home it sits there quietly fluttering its 'tear open here' flap.

You think that you might just have one, as you put them into the biscuit tin. But something happens. You change, like the Incredible Hulk, you uncontrollably morph into a mad biscuit eating madman. And then you switch back and find just a crumpled wrapper and a few lonely crumbs. You mind blank as to the events of the last five minutes....

But be scared, be very scared. For each biscuit contains no less than 106 calories... Yes THAT'S PER BISCUIT!!!

And you can upgrade from the 200gm pack, which contains 10 of them, to the 400gm pack. That is the whole day's RDA of calories from a single pack of biscuits. 2,120 calories in fact. And all for 95 pence, or 48 pence if you only want to eat half your RDA in one go!!!

My first question is how on earth do they manage to pack so many cals into each singular biscuit? There is some strange magic going on, because I just cannot see that there is room for all those cals. Secondly, is it any wonder that we as a nation are putting on a little extra weight around our middles, when it is so blatantly cheap and easy to demolish over 2,000 calories in 10 minutes?

It would take a 20 mile run to burn that lot off, and that would take three hours, if you were able to actually run for that distance, which is highly unlikely.

And the good old Government go on about drugs, fags and booze... it's the biscuits that will get you in the end.

You have been warned!!!

Sweet Trolley & Beach Holiday - not a good mix

Managed a 6 mile run this morning, but my times were no improvement whatsoever. Need to work on getting faster. It's so hard to do when running on my own.

Up the library at the moment. My PC broke on Saturday, which was annoying to say the least. I can access the web through my PS3 but it is not ideal.

Got a day off today and then back to Worcestershire for my last week. I am really going to try and avoid the sweet trolley in the hotel this week. I could do with a few more pounds dropping off because I have a beach holiday soon....

Got back in the gym from Saturday just gone. Did a session this morning too. Still getting twinges from my shoulder, but I reckon I will work it right, eventually.

Had a cuppa with Ant this morning. Nice to catch up. Now just need to get my PC back from the repair shop and probably get a few bits from Sainsburys. Oh the joy....

For some reason they are digging up every road in Rugby. It takes an age to get anywhere, and it's not exactly a big place. Why the council are so unorganised is a total mystery. They just seem to like causing everyone total inconvenience, and then start whinging that nobody shops in the town centre. Well if I ever go up the town again it will be too soon. Quicker to drive to Leamington Spa, almost.

Right, time is ticking on the library PC so I best check my emails and stuff before they cut me off and throw me out (o:

AT LAST!!!!

Weight loss is happening!!!!!

I am now 11 stone 12lbs.

It is really starting to fall off.

I am very pleased and only 2lbs off my target weight of 11st 10lbs