D-Day became a non-starter with all the biscuits and chocolates etc lying around! So I will start on 1st Jan - so that's a couple days time!
Next week I'm starting an evening cleaning job - I'm not sure if it's permanent or just for cover! Will have to see! Will be good to get out of the house for a couple hours cos I'm in most of the time! I am looking forward to doing something useful...
OK last weigh in I was 10 stone 12 pounds - don't know what I'll be on 1st Jan! We have a Wii now and have been playing around on it...
Have a fab New Year folks...
xxxx
Wednesday 30 December 2009
Sunday 27 December 2009
Monday 28th December 2009...
... is D-Day! DIETING DAY!
Really it needs to be healthy living day!
It needs to be the start of a new journey, where I start to eat healthily and exercise, then keep the lost weight off!
I have 8 weeks before my 40th birthday... :o
Really it needs to be healthy living day!
It needs to be the start of a new journey, where I start to eat healthily and exercise, then keep the lost weight off!
I have 8 weeks before my 40th birthday... :o
Saturday 26 December 2009
Nelson's Navy
Nothing to do with dieting, but funny - had to post it...
If Nelson’s navy had been subject to today’s regulatory environment, would the Battle of Trafalgar have proceeded more like this?
“Order the signal, Hardy.”
“Aye aye sir.”
“Hold on, that’s not what I dictated to the signal officer. What’s the meaning of this?”
“Sorry sir?”
“England expects every person to do their duty – regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, religious persuasion or disability. What sort of gobbledygook is this?”
“Admiralty policy, I’m afraid sir. We’re an equal opportunities employer now. We had the devil’s own job getting England past the censors, lest it be considered racist.”
“Gadzooks Hardy! Hand me my pipe and tobacco.”
“Sorry sir. All naval vessels have been designated smoke-free working environments.”
“In that case break open the rum rations. Let us splice the mainbrace to steel the men before battle.”
“The rum ration has been abolished, Admiral. It’s part of the Government’s policy on binge drinking.”
“Good heavens Hardy. I suppose we’d better get on with it. Full speed ahead.”
“I think you’ll find that there’s a 4 knot speed limit in this stretch of water.”
“Damn it man! We’re on the eve of the greatest sea battle in history. We must advance with all dispatch. Report from the crow’s nest please.”
“That won’t be possible sir,”
”What?”
”Health and safety have closed the crow’s nest sir. No harness. And they say the rope ladder doesn’t meet regulations. They won’t let anyone up there until a proper scaffolding can be erected.”
”Then get me the ship’s carpenter without delay, Hardy.”
”He’s busy knocking up a wheelchair access to the fo’castle Admiral.”
“Wheelchair access? I’ve never heard anything so absurd.”
“Health and safety again sir. We have to provide a barrier free environment for the differently-abled.”
”Differently-abled? I’ve only one arm and one eye and I refuse to have the word mentioned. I didn’t rise to the rank of admiral by playing the disability card.”
“Actually sir, you did. The Royal Navy is under-represented in the areas of visual impairment and limb deficiency.”
”Whatever next? Give me full sail. The salt spray beckons.”
“A couple of problems there too sir. Health and safety won’t let the crew up the rigging without crash helmets. And they don’t want anyone breathing in too much salt – haven’t you seen the adverts?”
”I’ve never heard such infamy. Break out the cannon and tell the men to stand by to engage the enemy.”
“The men are a bit worried about shooting at anyone, Admiral.”
“What? This is mutiny.”
”It’s not that sir. It’s just that they’re afraid of being charged with murder if they actually kill anyone. There are a couple of legal aid lawyers on board, watching everyone like hawks.”
“Then how are we to sink the Frenchies and the Spanish?”
”Actually sir, we’re not.”
“We’re not?”
”No sir. The Frenchies and the Spaniards are our European partners now.
According to the Common Fisheries policy we shouldn’t even be in this stretch of water. We could get hit for a claim for compensation.”
”But you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil.”
“I wouldn’t let the ship’s diversity co-ordinator hear you saying that sir. You’ll be up on a disciplinary.”
“You must consider every man an enemy who speaks ill of your King.”
”Not any more, sir. We must be inclusive in this multicultural age. Now put on your Kevlar vest. It’s the rules.”
”Don’t tell me – health and safety. Whatever happened to rum, sodomy and the lash?”
“As I explained sir, rum is off the menu and there’s a ban on corporal punishment.”
“What about sodomy?”
“I believe it’s to be encouraged sir.”
“In that case, kiss me Hardy.”
If Nelson’s navy had been subject to today’s regulatory environment, would the Battle of Trafalgar have proceeded more like this?
“Order the signal, Hardy.”
“Aye aye sir.”
“Hold on, that’s not what I dictated to the signal officer. What’s the meaning of this?”
“Sorry sir?”
“England expects every person to do their duty – regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, religious persuasion or disability. What sort of gobbledygook is this?”
“Admiralty policy, I’m afraid sir. We’re an equal opportunities employer now. We had the devil’s own job getting England past the censors, lest it be considered racist.”
“Gadzooks Hardy! Hand me my pipe and tobacco.”
“Sorry sir. All naval vessels have been designated smoke-free working environments.”
“In that case break open the rum rations. Let us splice the mainbrace to steel the men before battle.”
“The rum ration has been abolished, Admiral. It’s part of the Government’s policy on binge drinking.”
“Good heavens Hardy. I suppose we’d better get on with it. Full speed ahead.”
“I think you’ll find that there’s a 4 knot speed limit in this stretch of water.”
“Damn it man! We’re on the eve of the greatest sea battle in history. We must advance with all dispatch. Report from the crow’s nest please.”
“That won’t be possible sir,”
”What?”
”Health and safety have closed the crow’s nest sir. No harness. And they say the rope ladder doesn’t meet regulations. They won’t let anyone up there until a proper scaffolding can be erected.”
”Then get me the ship’s carpenter without delay, Hardy.”
”He’s busy knocking up a wheelchair access to the fo’castle Admiral.”
“Wheelchair access? I’ve never heard anything so absurd.”
“Health and safety again sir. We have to provide a barrier free environment for the differently-abled.”
”Differently-abled? I’ve only one arm and one eye and I refuse to have the word mentioned. I didn’t rise to the rank of admiral by playing the disability card.”
“Actually sir, you did. The Royal Navy is under-represented in the areas of visual impairment and limb deficiency.”
”Whatever next? Give me full sail. The salt spray beckons.”
“A couple of problems there too sir. Health and safety won’t let the crew up the rigging without crash helmets. And they don’t want anyone breathing in too much salt – haven’t you seen the adverts?”
”I’ve never heard such infamy. Break out the cannon and tell the men to stand by to engage the enemy.”
“The men are a bit worried about shooting at anyone, Admiral.”
“What? This is mutiny.”
”It’s not that sir. It’s just that they’re afraid of being charged with murder if they actually kill anyone. There are a couple of legal aid lawyers on board, watching everyone like hawks.”
“Then how are we to sink the Frenchies and the Spanish?”
”Actually sir, we’re not.”
“We’re not?”
”No sir. The Frenchies and the Spaniards are our European partners now.
According to the Common Fisheries policy we shouldn’t even be in this stretch of water. We could get hit for a claim for compensation.”
”But you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil.”
“I wouldn’t let the ship’s diversity co-ordinator hear you saying that sir. You’ll be up on a disciplinary.”
“You must consider every man an enemy who speaks ill of your King.”
”Not any more, sir. We must be inclusive in this multicultural age. Now put on your Kevlar vest. It’s the rules.”
”Don’t tell me – health and safety. Whatever happened to rum, sodomy and the lash?”
“As I explained sir, rum is off the menu and there’s a ban on corporal punishment.”
“What about sodomy?”
“I believe it’s to be encouraged sir.”
“In that case, kiss me Hardy.”
Monday 21 December 2009
Christmas is upon us
Doesn't time fly? Christmas is only a few days away, it's snowing outside (well it may have stopped by now but it's lying on the ground)!
I have lost nothing and have been eating everything! What a piggy pie! (not been eating one of those...). Anyway I'm going to be good after Christmas - I NEED to lose weight, get a hair cut and just become much more healthy than I am at the moment...
Anybody reading this - have a fabulous Christmas and a FLAB-U-LESS new year! May 2010 be a good one for shedding pounds :)
I have lost nothing and have been eating everything! What a piggy pie! (not been eating one of those...). Anyway I'm going to be good after Christmas - I NEED to lose weight, get a hair cut and just become much more healthy than I am at the moment...
Anybody reading this - have a fabulous Christmas and a FLAB-U-LESS new year! May 2010 be a good one for shedding pounds :)
Sunday 6 December 2009
Weigh in
Weighed myself today and I have lost zippo weight this week - this may sound strange but I don't think I ate enough last week so body went into famine mode! Oh well there's always this week - I'm upping my calorie intake to 1,400 instead of 1,200 (or less) as it was the past 2 weeks!
FOCUS ON:
Drinking more
Eating more (but no more than 1,400 Kcals)
Keep exercising
OK here's moving on into this coming week :)
Have a great week readers!
FOCUS ON:
Drinking more
Eating more (but no more than 1,400 Kcals)
Keep exercising
OK here's moving on into this coming week :)
Have a great week readers!
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