Day 3 back on track

I had porridge and a teaspoon of honey for breakfast and a 'cino'. I resented being at work as wanted to be manicly exercising, you know, for at LEAST 15 minutes, so I scowled at everyone as I walked in as if I personally held them responsible for my misery, which, frankly, I do.

Luckily the only other person at work I DONT hate, erm, Shue, is back from extended leave and BOY was I pleased to see her. Shes Australian but I dont even mind because shes the coolest. She went on the Atkins and did it properly and lost like 2 stone. Shes my idol. We talk about food alot, and not eating it and that.

However Shue wanted to go for lunch to celebrate being back, and wanted thai, and wanted champagne. I guess I just really like to PLEASE people but I agreed. Not people that I hate though. I dont care to please them.

So we went to a Thai place and had a Thai platter. There was a LOT of fried stuff on the platter, and Shue and I spent some time peeling the batter off the Tempura vegetables, and splitting the spring rolls and eating only the filling. Champagne went down a treat though. Then spent the afternoon hating self and wishing self was dead.

Got home and decided to run the same route that I was running the day before, but would do it twice, so when I reached my house, I would do the same circuit again. Big mistake. ON no running or exercise route EVER should you pass your house. It will simply make you go inside, sit down and watch TV. Which is what I did. Still, was a nice gentle 4k run, and had only soup and no carbs at all. It was a cauliflower and vanilla soup and was made with no cream, milk or even stock. Was delicous. Must start to link to where I get this deliciousness in case anyone wants some. This was from the Queens Park Market and Ill be going right back and getting more of THAT bad fat free boy.

Jake rang and was indignant that he had read the last couple of blog entries and insisted that I did NOT need a stomach bra. More interestingly he pronounced that he LIKED waking up with my fat in his hand. NOT his words - what he said was 'I like to wake with my hand on your belly, its lovely'. But I know what he meant, re my fat. Silver tongued pommy Bastard.