This cold weather is quite trying for a dieter. It's terribly tempting to succumb to nicely warming fatty and carbohydratey things. I'm having to use reserves of willpower, normally kept for emergencies, not to eat biscuits. It's a bit like councils that are fast running out of grit. A few days ago, since I was going to spend a cold day shopkeeping, I added a little milk and a spoonful of muscovado sugar to my morning porridge.
Darlings, what a mistake. It was so much more delicious than my usual solemn brew that I've been wanting to repeat the experience ever since. Indeed, on the day, the Sage brought me a hot bacon roll from the caff and I couldn't manage it all, so whether harm was done is a moot point, but having only put on a few pounds a year to bring me to my sorry state of chubbiness, I don't want to risk going that way again.
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I should add that the chubbiness is all but gone. Well, nowadays I'm gently rounded. Not chubby. Crikey, 20 fewer pounds and I'd be almost too thin.
Is commenting one one's own post a sign of something?
I believe it's a sign of brilliance, so well done.
I lost a stone last year, and it appears to have stayed off...
We're lithe and fit, if not actually xylophone ribbed. Actually, I think this blog's name is a bit ambitious.
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