I didn’t make toast this morning. Instead I had a delicious and filling Slimfast shake (!) Periodically the voices in my head tell me to go on a diet, and that is what they have been saying for a little while. I’ve always been fat, and I hate it.
“er indoors TM” has bought some Slimfast kits, so we are giving these a go for a couple of weeks. The trouble with diets is that I’ve tried so many, and few work for me.. Five – two, Atkins, keto-generating, no-farting-on-a-Tuesday… over the years I’ve tried so many diets and I’ve found that nothing helps me lose weight as much as being constantly hungry. But I shall give this Slimfast diet a go though, and see what happens. I stood on the scales this morning and was seventeen stone and one pound. That’s ten pounds up on when I last weighed myself.
Let’s see how much I can shift.
As I enjoyed my delicious and filling Slimfast shake (!) I watched an episode of “Trailer Park Boys” in which our heroes were up to their usual antics, them went on-line for a bit. I spent ages being unable to log into my “MyFitnessPal” app until I hit on the frankly genius idea of turning on the phone’s internet connection. That did the trick.
I then had a little look at Facebook (as I do every morning). I posted up a photo of what I’d had for brekkie, then had a look to see what I’d missed overnight.
A month ago (on 22 February) I was whinging about a friend request I had received via Facebook. Someone had sent me pure filth. I’d reported it to Facebook, and I wrote “Over brekkie I saw that Facebook had again reviewed “Margaret Tello” (the porn-monger who sent me a friend request) and again confirmed that sending links to mucky websites didn’t go against their community standards. They did however give me the opportunity to appeal to their Oversight Board, so I’ve sent them a message. We’ll see what comes of that, Not much I expect”. This morning I saw that Facebook’s Oversight Board had chosen to do nothing about the wanton hawking of smut. I also saw that the porn-monger’s Facebook profile is still active, and still advertising very unmoral (not to say unhygienic either) activities. So much for taking a moral stance.
Nothing else seemed to be going on in the Internet, so I got ready for work.
For all that yesterday was supposedly the first day of spring, I had t spend a few minutes scraping the ice from my car this morning. As I drove up the motorway I listened to the pundits on the radio who were spouting their usual brand of drivel. This morning there was talk that the Prime Minister is now regretting his remarks made over the weekend, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer didn't agree with him at all. Apparently that idiot Johnson was trying to draw parallels between Britain's leaving the EU and the Ukrainian resistance to the Russian invasion, and in doing so had given more fuel to his detractors. It strikes me that the only similarity between the Russian invasion of the Ukraine and Brexit was that both seemed a good idea at the time to those who instigated them, and both could really have done with having been thought out a little more than they actually were.
It bothers me that I really do now see our Prime Minister as "that idiot Johnson". Like them or loathe them, a Prime Minister should really command respect, shouldn't they?
I got to work for the early shift, and did that which I couldn't avoid. There was cake today, but I ignored the stuff. Mind you I say "cake" - it was doughnuts. Doughnuts are strange things. If you get a jam doughnut from Tesco that is good for two hundred and eighty-nine calories. But the same thing from Sainsburys is only two hundred and twenty calories. So it might be argued that getting your doughnuts from Tesco is healthy eating.
I didn't have any doughnuts. Instead I had an apple at morning tea break (sixty-three calories), a "very berry meal replacement bar" (!) for lunch (two hundred and twenty five calories) and a miniscule bag of sour cream and chive pretzels at afternoon tea break (ninety nine calories)
As I worked I exchanged a few messages with “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”. Pogo has developed a very sore nose which wasn't getting any better, so I suggested he went to the vet. Because he is registered with our vet she brought him up on the train and took him there. I was glad she took him and not me; she could have the argument about how overweight he is.
I managed to sweet-talk the boss into letting me slip out a few minutes early; for all that “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” had got to the vet’s, she also had a load of shopping to collect from Asda and needed to be there promptly, so Dad’s taxi came to the rescue. Eventually. I was rather thwarted by the ramp onto the motorway being blocked, and a police car going down the motorway at a sensible speed (who *ever* overtakes a police car?)
We were only a few minutes late getting to Asda; it was a shame that when Asda get your shopping order together for you they don’t put any of it in bags. We just filled the back of my car with it all loose, and drove that back to “Daddy’s Little Angel TM”’s flat.
As shopping was being shifted about I had a look at Pogo’s nose. It is far worse than it appears in the photo. Apparently he is allergic to something he’s been sniffing in (the beach, maybe?) and the allergic rash has got infected. Poor pup. He’s now on anti-histamines and antibiotics and wearing a cone of shame.
Pogo was funny this afternoon - for all that he has been living with us for years, he makes no secret who is his favourite person. He follows “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” like a second shadow, and whenever she disappears he cries and gets very agitated until she re-appears.
Pausing only briefly to do the geocaching Adventure lab that “er indoors TM” set up only a hundred yards from where “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” lives I came home. “er indoors TM” boiled up a really good dinner (six hundred calories) and has gone bowling.
I shall spend the evening playing “Star Trek: Elite Force” I think…
Surprisingly despite ending the day nearly three hundred calories under my daily diet goal, I’m not hungry…
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