Week 8 : Back on Track

Well, after the mess-up that was last week, you will be pleased to know that I lost this time. To be fair, it wasn't quite a full pound, but hell, it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick (as my dad would say). However, I'm glad that I did lose it, because it keeps me motivated and proves that this diet is working for me — I just have to not fuck it up.

I went to a wedding on Saturday, which was lovely. However, after last week, I did have to stuff myself into my control pants, and only my second-best pair at that. I did try to wear my hardcore pants (it was a special occasion after all) but it was just too hot and I was just too sweaty to get them up past my knees. I didn't fancy re-enacting my huffing and puffing and groaning and tugging half pissed every time I needed the toilet, so Asda pants it was! As I wasn't going to be buying a new dress for the event, I decided to treat myself to a new clutch and fascinator to go with my shoes for the outfit below. 

I have to admit, I have Gok to thank for this inspiration!

I loved my outfit once I put it all together — very pleased with myself. And the accessories only cost me £20, so a bargain I think. I was less pleased with the fact that during the week I started developing a heat rash/allergy all over my face… I was hoping it would go away, but my Friday, it was mean and red and fucking itchy. I legged it to the chemist and got a cream, and I got some stronger antihistamine tablets whilst I was there too. I probably took a few too many tablets and rubbed in a bit too much cream (I was panicking, man!) but by Saturday, it was ever-so-slightly better. There was no way I was going to NOT wear make-up so I just had to deal with the itching and get on with it. It's kinda cleared up now, but my face feels weird and scaly…

ANYWAY… Back to the wedding. The couple looked very happy and a lovely day was had by all. They picked a cracking menu too, actually. Crab and avocado starter, lamb with mash and veg for the main and creme brulee with a strawberry sorbet for dessert — all very nice. Unfortunately, it was a traditional wedding cake (yuck!), which everyone took a piece of but no-one ate, because really, who the fuck likes fruit cake???  I ate the little strip of marzipan in mine and that's all I could manage, so I can probably add fruit cake to my list of foods I dislike — woot! Every cloud…

Nothing else to tell you really, other than I would really like to shift that pound-and-a-bit left from last week. I really don't want to put on again, so I am going to do my best to be good. Although that might be tricky given that on Tuesday I am going out for lunch, Wednesday I am meeting Blog Mate for a VERY unhealthy dinner, and Friday is my five-year anniversary. So it's a food fest. BUT I am going to try to be as good as I can the rest of the time. Here's hopin'…