Feast before fast
Up late again, Lorraine and I reading up about calories, and the Fast Diet on her iPad this morning in bed. Lorraine then off to collect Beth in the car, who is still a bit down about some college politics. I listened to some interesting bits of radio and played about drawing for a while. Then Lorraine and I went off on the slidey streets in light snowfall to The Sussex Yeoman for Sunday lunch.
Met Rosie and Anton there, and we had an enjoyable afternoon forking down a nice roast with lots of veggies, and some bread and butter pudding made with peaches and Baileys. Anton sporting his large Russian hat and on good form. Rosie cheery and fun as usual. Bellies bulging like cannon balls, we crossed the road to The Batty and sat near the fire, untroubled by life although Anton quite weary of the dog in the pub. Betty joined us before starting a protracted journey home.
Lorraine and I slid home on the icy streets. We are starting the fast diet tomorrow, I am a long way from my heaviest luckily, so things aren't urgent. Five days of eating normally, two days of significantly reduced calories per week. I first heard about this diet on the French Bloke's stag weekend. Steve McCarty said he saved his calories up on his reduced calorie day and had a McDonalds. Each to his own. He claimed significant weight loss though. The diet is getting good press, and claims to reduce bad cholesterol and blood pressure. Before days of bulging supermarkets in the 'developed' world, the majority of the world's population must still experience leaner days than others. A bowl of porridge in the morning, maybe a piece of fruit for lunch, then steamed veggies a smidge of rice and some fish in the evening is what we are planning for tomorrow. No hardship there. And the very next day you can eat with gusto.
Met Rosie and Anton there, and we had an enjoyable afternoon forking down a nice roast with lots of veggies, and some bread and butter pudding made with peaches and Baileys. Anton sporting his large Russian hat and on good form. Rosie cheery and fun as usual. Bellies bulging like cannon balls, we crossed the road to The Batty and sat near the fire, untroubled by life although Anton quite weary of the dog in the pub. Betty joined us before starting a protracted journey home.
Lorraine and I slid home on the icy streets. We are starting the fast diet tomorrow, I am a long way from my heaviest luckily, so things aren't urgent. Five days of eating normally, two days of significantly reduced calories per week. I first heard about this diet on the French Bloke's stag weekend. Steve McCarty said he saved his calories up on his reduced calorie day and had a McDonalds. Each to his own. He claimed significant weight loss though. The diet is getting good press, and claims to reduce bad cholesterol and blood pressure. Before days of bulging supermarkets in the 'developed' world, the majority of the world's population must still experience leaner days than others. A bowl of porridge in the morning, maybe a piece of fruit for lunch, then steamed veggies a smidge of rice and some fish in the evening is what we are planning for tomorrow. No hardship there. And the very next day you can eat with gusto.
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