There are downsides to losing weight.
Sure, you get a confidence boost, you (hopefully) get healthier and generally feel better about yourself, but there are remote times when you wish things could be adaptable.
Take last night.
I had the glam job of cleaning the bathroom and picked out some old clothes to wear.
The T-shirts were fine. OK, a bit baggy but they did the job.
But the trousers? A lost cause. Every pair slid down my frame, finally resting around my bottom. It looked ridiculous and I looked several years too late for that particular style.
The horror.
If I had a hula-hoop to hand I'd have used it to fashion a clown-esque pantaloons. At least they would have looked a tad more sensible than the slack slacks I modelled.
That shallow quibble aside, things are going well.
OK, I miss having pies.
And pasties.
And a bit of booze.
But, all in all, I'm feeling better in myself.
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Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Sunday, 15 January 2012
Whiskey business
When I started this blog, I soon realised that my foibles, hates and passions would soon be on show to all.
People would soon know that I can't stand sprouts, cotton wool (yet to be discussed) and the desert known as junket (and what should be known as just plain wrong).
People would know I'm planning for my wedding, that dieting and exercise were a huge part of my world at this time and the WTB is always right.
I knew, therefore, that I'd soon get round to my love of whiskey and whisky.
Since I've been drinking within the law and, if I'm totally honest, a bit outside of the law, I've always loved a dram of Scotch or Irish. I've no idea why but it works for me.
Perhaps I'm just an old hack at heart. Whiskey does go hand in hand with with the 1950s view of my profession.
Perhaps I'm just a young fogey at heart.
Perhaps, and this is most likely, I'm just odd.
Whatever the reason, I love whiskey. It's complex. It provides a range of smells and colours for you to enjoy. It also looks pretty cool when you know what you're talking about.
And then there's the taste. From a smokey beast to a sweet drop it can inspire and entrance, while giving you the mother of all hangovers. I'm not just talking about the shakes. You get the wibbles and wobbles too.
So why mention it now? As I mentioned we've had family staying at our home this weekend. And each night I've enjoyed a drop of Scotch and, one night, a drop of Canadian.
The thing is, can it go hand in hand with the next nine months? Can I justify keeping up this love affair with the water of life?
I don't drink it every night but it is a treat. I think I can keep it like that but, and this is a biggie, should I replace it with an alternative? Decaf coffee? Hot choc. Iced water?
Of course it wouldn't be permanent but maybe, if I'm serious about the weight loss, I should make it a once a week or month deal.
It's something to think on. For now, the Bruicladdich 'The Laddie Ten' is tasting wonderful.
Whiskey. Is there a better drink to help you answer the great questions of the world?
People would soon know that I can't stand sprouts, cotton wool (yet to be discussed) and the desert known as junket (and what should be known as just plain wrong).
People would know I'm planning for my wedding, that dieting and exercise were a huge part of my world at this time and the WTB is always right.
I knew, therefore, that I'd soon get round to my love of whiskey and whisky.
Since I've been drinking within the law and, if I'm totally honest, a bit outside of the law, I've always loved a dram of Scotch or Irish. I've no idea why but it works for me.
Perhaps I'm just an old hack at heart. Whiskey does go hand in hand with with the 1950s view of my profession.
Perhaps I'm just a young fogey at heart.
Perhaps, and this is most likely, I'm just odd.
Whatever the reason, I love whiskey. It's complex. It provides a range of smells and colours for you to enjoy. It also looks pretty cool when you know what you're talking about.
And then there's the taste. From a smokey beast to a sweet drop it can inspire and entrance, while giving you the mother of all hangovers. I'm not just talking about the shakes. You get the wibbles and wobbles too.
So why mention it now? As I mentioned we've had family staying at our home this weekend. And each night I've enjoyed a drop of Scotch and, one night, a drop of Canadian.
The thing is, can it go hand in hand with the next nine months? Can I justify keeping up this love affair with the water of life?
I don't drink it every night but it is a treat. I think I can keep it like that but, and this is a biggie, should I replace it with an alternative? Decaf coffee? Hot choc. Iced water?
Of course it wouldn't be permanent but maybe, if I'm serious about the weight loss, I should make it a once a week or month deal.
It's something to think on. For now, the Bruicladdich 'The Laddie Ten' is tasting wonderful.
Whiskey. Is there a better drink to help you answer the great questions of the world?
Thursday, 5 January 2012
Trumpet trousers
No matter what your age, breaking wind is funny.
Childish? Yes.
Embarrassing? Occasionally.
Funny? Always.
We boys seem to have the obsession over it because, I think, it not only has a funny sound but also a funny smell. We're simple creatures.
I'm sorry to go on about 'it' again, but when you're on this diet, it's the one thing that always comes up.
So yes, I'm at 'that' stage of the cabbage soup. The stage where you're right in the middle of the eating plan. When, like me, you've eaten four apples, peppers, cucumber and four grapes as your snacks, the only badge of honour you have that you're on the diet is the occasional whizz-bang.
And yet... I've not noticed a huge increase in this activity. I'm sure there's more obstacles to come but so far? Not bad. Either that or I'm just naturally gassy.
Avoiding other foods is still proving a challenge. One of my colleagues brought in a homemade cake today. It looked and sounded stunning. Only more coffee and pints of water solved the hunger pang.
The exercise aspect of the healthier life still needs to be tackled. WTB loves zumba but the idea of me joining in fills the whole town with dread. I'm a keen walker but I know that's not enough. Bike riding isn't an option (at the moment) so it may mean I need to go back to the gym.
While tomorrow brings milk back and introduces bananas, I know that in my head I can't wait for steak day.
Childish? Yes.
Embarrassing? Occasionally.
Funny? Always.
We boys seem to have the obsession over it because, I think, it not only has a funny sound but also a funny smell. We're simple creatures.
I'm sorry to go on about 'it' again, but when you're on this diet, it's the one thing that always comes up.
So yes, I'm at 'that' stage of the cabbage soup. The stage where you're right in the middle of the eating plan. When, like me, you've eaten four apples, peppers, cucumber and four grapes as your snacks, the only badge of honour you have that you're on the diet is the occasional whizz-bang.
And yet... I've not noticed a huge increase in this activity. I'm sure there's more obstacles to come but so far? Not bad. Either that or I'm just naturally gassy.
Avoiding other foods is still proving a challenge. One of my colleagues brought in a homemade cake today. It looked and sounded stunning. Only more coffee and pints of water solved the hunger pang.
The exercise aspect of the healthier life still needs to be tackled. WTB loves zumba but the idea of me joining in fills the whole town with dread. I'm a keen walker but I know that's not enough. Bike riding isn't an option (at the moment) so it may mean I need to go back to the gym.
While tomorrow brings milk back and introduces bananas, I know that in my head I can't wait for steak day.
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