Fridays are brilliant in the office coz the Christian goes to teach at his church and Shue, who works part time, is there. I was very happy when she came in and said are we doing lunch today. I had had a bagel and coffee for breakfast.
For lunch we went to a Thai place that we went to once in the past when Gay Dario was still around. Over lunch we discussed diets and she discussed having liposuction as an emergency measure. We ordered starters she had spring rolls, and I had larb gai, which is yummy minced chicken and herbs and chilli. Then we had two realy hot curries and I had brown rice. Over lunch she told me that the best diet ever is to run every day and not like little piddly 20 minute ones like I had been doing. I said I had tried to run 4ish kms every day and 7 on the weekend and she said 'no point' you are better to do 7 k's a day and then 10 on the weekends.' SHE is so smart. She is the boss of all of the diets.
Must run 7kms every day. We decided to have a glass of wine over lunch to celebrate our new diet regimes. The combination of this and the chilli made me very giggly and floaty and we flounced back to work excitedly. Unfortunately when I got to the front steps of our building, I fell UP the steps, ripping my new funky stockings and horribly grazing my knee. For the rest of the day I had to walk around with a big rip in my stockings showing a white knee and a patch of matted blood.
French Claudette eventually caught sight of me, and in between crying with laughter and pointing out that I quite OFTEN fall over on Fridays, she gave me a plaster which completed my look.
I'm not proud of how I spent that Friday night. The local neighbourhood girls have started a pudding club and well, I went. Everyone had to bring something delicious and puddingy except for me I had to bring pizza as a base. We had it at Bree's house and she made a delicous moist ginger loaf. Hermione made ambrosia with marshmallows yogurt cream and fruit. There was a selection of pavlovas and a delcious giant dark chocolate torte. We also had wine and champagne. After some hours we danced for each other in the lounge and played games like who would you rather get off with Tony Blair or David Cameron. Was great laugh but am fat now.
Day 11 back on track
This would be the first day in weeks that I actually stuck to the diet. I read somewhere that some supermodels eat normally every day apart from two, when they drink only vegetable water. Maybe I could be like that, only instead of eating normally the rest of the time I eat extra large amounts, and instead of eating just vegetable water for two days I could have say, only wine. THAT would be my favourite diet ever.
I had Special K and skim milk for breakfast, and was horribly late for work as a result. Note to self to stick with usual routine of rolling out of bed,and leaving house immediately, doing make up on the tube, and then eating breakfast at desk.
Lunch was a Muller Light and a small pot of hummous with crudites. In the afternoon I booked a massage for that evening on account of my rage. Jake said that working with the Christian had made me 'angry and tense' and 'ready to pounce alot of the time' so I should 'learn how to relax'. 'Yeah Jake' I thought 'it's coz of the CHRISTIAN and not coz of you being ANNOYING and saying INANE things which waste my time.' Jake also suggested I take some calming pills from Boots which are meant to suppress stress and irritation but he consistently tells me that they aren't working so THAT was a false economy.
My massage was at 8 and so I arrived at the gym at 7.30. I had only time to do a quick amount of exercise so I figured that the best thing was to run much faster than usual on the treadmill for 20 mins. This was still not very fast. However, I was purple and sweaty afterwards and so had a quick shower before the massage. The massage lady was skinny and I was quite embarrassed on account of she had to massage my back fat, but then I did relax and afterwards I went home and had carrot and coriander soup from Sainsburys and when Jake rang me he hardly annoyed me at all.
I had Special K and skim milk for breakfast, and was horribly late for work as a result. Note to self to stick with usual routine of rolling out of bed,and leaving house immediately, doing make up on the tube, and then eating breakfast at desk.
Lunch was a Muller Light and a small pot of hummous with crudites. In the afternoon I booked a massage for that evening on account of my rage. Jake said that working with the Christian had made me 'angry and tense' and 'ready to pounce alot of the time' so I should 'learn how to relax'. 'Yeah Jake' I thought 'it's coz of the CHRISTIAN and not coz of you being ANNOYING and saying INANE things which waste my time.' Jake also suggested I take some calming pills from Boots which are meant to suppress stress and irritation but he consistently tells me that they aren't working so THAT was a false economy.
My massage was at 8 and so I arrived at the gym at 7.30. I had only time to do a quick amount of exercise so I figured that the best thing was to run much faster than usual on the treadmill for 20 mins. This was still not very fast. However, I was purple and sweaty afterwards and so had a quick shower before the massage. The massage lady was skinny and I was quite embarrassed on account of she had to massage my back fat, but then I did relax and afterwards I went home and had carrot and coriander soup from Sainsburys and when Jake rang me he hardly annoyed me at all.
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