“… Food, glorious food,
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we’re in the mood
Cold jelly and custard!…”
Lionel Bart, 1963
For the last couple of weeks I’ve been given a ‘free pass’ regarding my weight monitoring activities. With the bathroom scales out of action, due to a flat battery problem, my brain seems to have taken this as the signal for a holiday from it’s normal food control regime.
Add to this, a great love of crisps and chocolate, factor in dystonic comfort eating and what have you got?
A blob. That’s what.
Inevitably, a battery has been found and the scales came back online this morning. Boy, what a shock when my sorry self climbed aboard. How did that happen? As if I didn’t know. With just over two weeks to go before a beach holiday, two courses of action are possible.
Option 1. Sod it. Wear clothes fit for a whale and only leave the hotel room, after dark.
Option 2. Emergency diet combined with body bootcamp.
Personally, I don’t much care for either of these. So, come on brain. Options, … [finger snaps] … , options! OK boss.
Buy a girdle? Stay at home? Eat some of those miracle berries/green coffee beans that are meant to make you lose 10lbs in 5 days?
Sadly, looks like sensible eating, some exercise … and a plan to destroy all holiday photos the moment we get back to Gatwick is my only hope.