Louise, Hi, I'm in Saudi, which desert are you in?
Lauren, thanks for the link, will check it out tonight. I still think that I've got to work on snacking, the cup cake I swiped from the PR department, after having to suffer a barrage of jokes about my sore butt the other day, like how much do I charge per hour, and do I have a website, and do I supply protection or not,,,,,you get the drift. So the way I see it, is they deserve it
Joyce, thanks for the tips, I drink two kinds of tea, ordinary and green, black, with sugar and mint (fresh, none of the peppermint syrup crap, and if you haven't tried fresh mint, you don't know what your missing), and green tea after a meal, which really helps whenever you're feeling bloated, I don't like coffee, I love the smell of coffee, but actually drinking it, yuck!! Weird huh? I'm going to take your advise and try snacking more, even if I'm not hungry.
Having mentioned the idea of Tai kwon do lesson, have been have to put up with various levels of Karate cries, and the twins running around with whatever they can lay their hands on wrapped around their head as a bandanna, throwing themselves at anyone who is handy. I do not envey their Sensei whoever he will be.
The powers at where I work have decided that we can only have two hours of internet per day, why this is, I have no idea whatsoever, it'll stay that way until one of the big guns wants some information quick on something or other, then they'll realize their mistake and change the policy for the 900th time.
As for yesterday went a bit overboard on the eating, last month I managed to wrangle a part-time job for my brother-in-law at where I work, yesterday was his first pay-day. Of course, on this happy occasion, we all have to participate in the celebrations, which means him buying dinner for all of us, either that, or having to suffer never ending nagging on how mean and stingy he is, and how he doesn't appreciate me looking out for him, and all the strings I had to pull to get him this job (at the moment he's training to be an x-ray technician). So he made the wise choice at bought his peace of mind and took us (plus his mom) to Kentucky Fried Chicken. I had no problem with the chicken, nor the french fries, it was the pepsi that was the sword I fell on. Regular, ice cold, with crushed ice, I couldn't help myself, I had two glasses and half of my wife's glass –again while she wasn't looking- (must look after her figure). I'm stumped as what to do, I don't crave it or anything, I could go a month without drinking a regular pepsi or coke no problem, but if I met a bottle of coke in a dark alley, I can't control myself. I end up drinking at least a litre.
Breakfast: hummus dip with four falafil and a cup of tea.
Lunch: Four slices of thin and crispy chicken pizza with 7up.
Dinner: KFC, four pieces –three wings and a breast), 2 and a half glasses of pepsi
Snack: some peanuts, a left over slice of pizza with a cup of tea.
When I went to bed, I looked at the bag of sweets, and I didn't want any, I just didn't feel like eating any and put the packet back in the draw, which is a first for me. I'm just hoping that my craving for sweets hasn't mutated into a craving for pepsi.
Tomorrow is Tuesday, weigh in day, I'm still refusing to be intimidated be a piece of metal, it's either it or me.