Sep 4, 2009
Doing Davina McCall in my pants
Firstly, some stuff about blogging. I keep finding links – mainly through Twitter – giving tips on what makes a successful blog. It seems I’m doing it all wrong. Apparently, the universally accepted key to successful blogging is little and often; aim for 3 to 5 blogs a week – around 250 words a time. I’m so far managing one or two blogs a week, each around about 2,000 words. Oh well. Here’s a slightly shorter effort.
But anyway, you may notice the blog is different. I moved. It looks a bit rubbish at the moment, I accept. But I will smarten it up, I promise.
Secondly, the supposed diet. Not a good week so far this week, and it isn’t going to get much better. As I pointed out in my last post, Monday and Tuesday were disastrous. A curry one night followed by a carvery (or “eat as much roast dinner as you can” as I usually call it) didn’t suggest I was taking this weight loss thing seriously. The curry was my girlfriend’s idea (admittedly I didn’t put up much of a fight) and the carvery was for my Dad’s birthday. Wednesday and Thursday were better, food-wise, but then I ruined things by having a few pints at a pub quiz last night. Quite brilliantly we thought we’d won the quiz, until we realised we hadn’t thought to hand the answer sheet in.
And tonight I am going to visit some old friends and do a bit of a pub crawl probably followed by a curry. Tomorrow morning my mate says he’ll cook me a fried breakfast. I’ll then go and play cricket (very little physical exertion if I’m honest) and, if we win, I’ll probably sink a couple of pints down the club after. Sunday I’ll be good, I promise.
Someone suggested I go to Weight Watchers, and while I’m sure they do a great job, there’s a stigma attached in that my Mum used to go. And that’s before I think of “Fat Fighters” from Little Britain, and Peter Kay’s “slimming world” routine. Obviously I’m not discounting going to Weight Watchers completely, but it’s way down my list of “ways to lose weight” just behind doing my girlfriend’s Davina McCall fitness DVD. With the living room curtains open. In my pants.