Yes, I'm on a diet ... it originally started as a joke about grumpy being able carry me over the threshold without having to do it one leg at a time ... or (before anyone else suggests it) asking Mr Heanor Haulage if he can borrow his crane. I think even if I do lose a few pounds the best I can hope for is a fireman's lift ... but only if we can stop laughing long enough.
Now being at the tin hut with just a tape measure - which tells dreadful lies about my porkiness - to check my progress, is a tiny bit unsatisfactory. But hopefully, I may get a pleasant surprise once I'm home for a few days.
If things are looking good, then I'll be found almost constantly wearing the bathroom scales as an extension under my feet (which also makes me two inches taller so less under-height for my weight) ... on the other hand, I may just throw them through the window in disgust - I am likely to do this.
Any advocates of ADF reading this and screaming at me that 'day one' was totally wrong ... I know. And it was never repeated on subsequent down days. I started this diet mid-week on a whim and was - of course - totally unprepared.
I have decided in my wisdom that this subject is best handled by those most directly involved, namely my stomach and brain ... and a few other body parts for good measure. So, ahem, here goes:
Day One
Stomach: Look here, we've not long since had breakfast and she's bending over.
Brain: She's bowling.
Stomach: Well I can't confirm that our contents will stay down if she keeps this up.
Brain: Okay, stomach. I'll tell her to delay bowling in future.
Stomach: Ugh, luke warm mazzy watter tea, what's that for?
Brain: Sorry, no choice, she's overheating and dehydrating.
Stomach: Salt? Where's that from?
Brain: Top lip.
Stomach: S-n-o-t! ... is she eating bogies?
Brain: It's sweat, she's fifty-two, not two. Now push off, I've got to concentrate.
Stomach: On what?
Brain: Coordination ... she keeps lumbering about, bends down with her ar*e in the air and chucks a lump of black plastic at a white dot. Then of course eyes and right arm can't agree on which direction to throw it ... I think this is meant to be 'exercise for crumblies'
Stomach: Oh.
Stomach: Oi! Isn't it time we had food? I've finished with the muesli and we're all clear for the next lot.
Brain: She's on a diet.
Stomach: Give me strength, I thought we'd just done one.
Brain: We have.
Stomach: Shouldn't it be muesli again now?
Brain: No, I told you, we've done with the two cereals diet.
Stomach: What was wrong with that?
Brain: Another organ wasn't happy; requested a change.
Stomach: Oh, her at the end of the line? She's a prima donna that one, can't take work.
Stomach: So, is it Monday again already?
Brain: No, Wednesday.
Stomach: Wednesday! I thought it was in the rules that diets start on a Monday.
Brain: Yeah, and finish by Tuesday.
Stomach: Oi! Can you make her eat, it's a bit empty in here, I can see my creases.
Brain: I'll try, but I can't promise anything.
Stomach: Well?
Brain: Nothing doing.
Stomach: I'll do some squeezing and wobbling, that'll work.
Brain: Notice to all organs, this is a yellow alert, stomach is going to be a little disruptive ... Go ahead stomach.
Stomach: WTF! ... WATER!! What am I supposed to do with that? It's just ... wet.
Brain: Stop whinging will you, it won't last.
Stomach: Are you sure?
Brain: Yeah, she watched Horizon - Eat, Fast and Live Longer - the other night. It's yet another faddy diet she thinks is a good idea.
Stomach: Well it's not.
Brain:Hmmm, I'm not so sure, she could do with shifting some lard.
Stomach: Woohoo! Food coming, it's hot, yippee ... soup, where's the bread? No bread? Hold on ... it's got no substance ... slimming soup ugh.
Brain: Stomach wake up! something is on its way.
Stomach: Yeuch! hot mazzy watter ... again.
Brain: It's fruit tea ... 2 calories.
Stomach: I could have told you that, there's nowt in it.
Stomach: ALERT, ALERT we're drowning, there's water coming in by the bucket full!
Brain: Calm down, you've fallen asleep again ... she's drinking.
Stomach: Water????? ... Again, twice in one year.
Brain: I think you've got to get used to it for a day or so.
Stomach: I can't work under these conditions ... we may have to take action.
Brain: All the other organs are working optimally. Get over yourself stomach.
Stomach: Are we doing this again tomorrow?
Brain: I'm not really sure ... but I don't think so.
Day Two
Stomach: Aaaagghhhh, what's happening? I'm in a vice, I can't move. HELP!
Brain: Stop panicking, she's trying clothes on to see if they fit yet.
Stomach: Well tell her they don't.
Brain: Lungs ... deflate a little, make room for fatso.
Left Lung: Is stomach complaining again?
Brain: Yes.
Right lung: Stomach's got more wind than both of us put together.
BIG BREATH ...
Stomach: OUT OUT! Not in ... morons.
Stomach: Oho, muesli ... er, are we back on the cereals diet again?
Brain: No.
Stomach: Oooh no, there's Greek yoghurt ... no honey though. I'd better get busy.
Brain: Ummm, hang on a minute, slow down ... I'm confused, we've had coffee and a biscuit, yes?
Stomach: I dealt with that ages ago ... keep up.
Brain: O-k-a-y ... but there might not be too much more.
Stomach: Don't be daft, it's Tuesday, diet done, food is here, it needs digesting.
Brain: It's Thursday. Hmmm, slow down.
Stomach: You do your job, I'll do mine - slurp, gurgle - and proper Yorkshire tea, YUM.
Brain: Lunch on its way ... poached eggs on toast.
Stomach: Goody, I'll get this lot digested ready for the afternoon doughnut and coffee, I don't want that hanging around to spoil dinner.
Brain: She says not.
Stomach: Not what?
Brain: No doughnut.
Stomach: Fruit pie and ice-cream?
Brain: Just coffee.
Stomach:
Coffee?
Brain: RED ALERT! RED ALERT!
eyes and
ears ... SWITCH OFF!
Stomach: What shouldn't she see or hear?
Brain: Grumpy getting a doughnut out and making a major performance of it.
Stomach: I want a doughnut, we've got plenty of room and lots of acid ready.
Brain: I say ... she's just called grumpy a
git because he's wandering around eating a doughnut with jam running down his fingers.
Stomach: We're really not having one?
Brain: Oh ...
eyes have spotted him surreptitiously cleaning jam off his shorts ... All
body parts stand by for laughter.
Brain: You've got a meal arriving, it's a proper plateful.
Stomach: Is it worth getting excited about?
Brain: Hmmm, it's just healthy green, red and orange crunchy stuff, Oh there's a Jacket potato.
Stomach: Yay,
BUTTER!! Ready ... on standby.
Brain: Nope, no butter.
Brain: Well, she's obviously eating properly now after yesterday's peculiarity, so clearly we don't need to go into starvation mode to save our blubber. Therefore, let's maintain our middle-aged metabolism as it is.
Stomach: I'll second that, it's looking good in here now ... apart from the complete lack of doughnut.
Brain: Right,
body ... we really need to make up for yesterday's deficit, can we please release some fat stores.
Body: Not on your nelly, it's taken years to save all this lot.
Brain: Just do it.
Body: Won't ...
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