Diet Stage 2

They laugh when I say I’m going to lose weight as I pile into a fried breakfast but Aha! It’s a smaller than usual fried breakfast and little do they know how many calories I’m giving up with my no chocolate bars no ice cream rule.

Nestle are wondering what’s happening as orders for Kit Kats die a death; I would “chain-smoke” 2 finger Kit Kats in the office on a quiet day and though there only 117 calories a pop a dozen or so adds up to the recommended daily calorie intake. Last time I weighed in I was just barely in the 19 stones and it’s nearly time to bring in phase 2.

Phase 2 is not eating off my kiddie’s plates and if I do that’s an automatic no further meal ban. Tuck into leftover fish fingers at 5pm kiddie’s teatime and there’s no evening curry. Another small laughable step but a step in the right direction none the less.

Phase 3 might need to be exercise as the hypochondriac in me reckons I’ve got a DVT (had calf cramps a few times in last few weeks) and the number 2 cause of this is being a fat fecker, as you would expect on all malady charts smoking was sitting pretty at number 1.

Holidays next week and the exercise should get a look in as the holiday park we going to has a swimming pool and a dry ski slope. So given the weather I’ll be in the pool every day. Roll on the overweight category.

On the punting front I might have a little tickle on no goalscorer in tonight’s Real Madrid v Man Utd as the goals are pitched very high at 3.2 for a first leg and no goalscorer is 17/1 on Betfair.

All the best a slightly less obese Malcolm.