I’m currently working a 6/7 day week but by the end of October my life will be more leisurely again. It’s the nature of freelance work, I’m not complaining, head down when the work is there, enjoy the time when it’s not. That isn’t the sad story.
It’s my birthday tomorrow and I will be working, I’ve worked all week so really can’t manage even a minor, celebratory celebration. My response to this unfortunate turn of events has been to move the day that marks my birth. I’m moving it to the 5th of November, for this year only, in anticipation that the entire country will set off fireworks and celebrate with me, you might even like to light a big bonfire, I love a bonfire. My friends have been notified and this news has generally been well received, so that isn’t the sad story either.
I’ve lost another 3 pounds. 17 down 39 to go and I am really delighted. I have to confess that I’m not a very well behaved dieter, I ‘slide’ constantly, apart from one diet thing and that one thing, that one diet rule to which I have pretty much stuck, I believe has been my saving grace weight loss wise. I have almost entirely given up on sweet things, no sweets, no chocolate, no sugary drinks, no sugar in my tea, no cakes and no biscuits. I am still looking for an alternative non calorific, legal alternative to sugar but in the meantime I am managing. I haven’t frightened or punched anyone….yet. On the rare occasion that I have a sweet thing it is a fabulous event. Not sad.
It was last week that I heard the saddest story. A long standing and beloved friend, let’s call her Saucy Tart, told me a tale of a bad afternoon tea. The sandwiches weren’t fresh and the cakes were boring, cheap and boring according to Saucy. It was supposed to be a special occasion. How does that even happen? Given that sugar is such an amazing, drug like ingredient and the afternoon tea was not inexpensive there really is no excuse, no excuse at all. I’ve said this is a sad story but actually I find I’m quite angry. There should be a special punishment (place in hell) for people who make bad food.
The lesson for today;
No poor English breakfasts
No poor afternoon teas
No bad chips
No inadequate pasties
……..Or risk eternal damnation. So sayeth Fat Tart.
Some dieter might have saved all their calories, points or syns for that food.
This started as a sad story, then I was angry, now I’m depressed by it, I was going to do a drawing of a bad afternoon tea but I just couldn’t mange it, I don’t have the heart to draw bad cake.
fat tart 