petrol station and turkey

Today i woke up really really tired. I dozed off at 11.30 ish and the alarm was set for 9.30 as i had a meeting today so i thought i would well be refreshed and happy but alas i felt really dopey for the first part of the day. Running late for my meeting i decided to grab a banana for breakfast, low in points and probably less messy than an apple!

By 12.30 the stomach was just growling at me. After a few light jokes we broke for lunch and we went to a local petrol station that has a deli counter for a sandwich or a roll. There the drama started while i paced up and down and let people ahead of me in the que.
In my mind i could smell, taste and feel a 3 sausage baguette in my mouth but i knew it was too early for this kind of drop in will power!

“Toasted brown sandwich please with turkey and a small bit of mayo with brown sauce please”

“ya wan’ butta on tha”

“would i fuck”

“scuuzzze me???”

“sorry, no eh no thank you”

BUTTER!? god i’d love some butter! And while the lady prepared my delicious meal i imagined a large heal of batch loaf with real butter melting all the way through the the plate. . .

Onwards and upwards as I head to the till to pay. Knowing that this won’t exactly sink the pink i eye up the crisp rack below, trying to seek out anything that vaguely resembles a dull and boring packet of cardboard tasting crisps. No Joy. Pringles? Would i FUCK!

Manhattan Popcorn. Two and a half Points. Safe Bet.

I’ve never eaten something like this as slow as i did today. You really relish every bite. Scoop up every bit of dropped brown sauce.

“Im paying for it in cash AND points so im dam well gonna enjoy it!”

The start!

As i sit and write this my stomach is churning and someone has walked past my place of work with a bag of freshly seasoned bag of chips and the sting of the vinegar won’t shift and my mouth seems to thing its play time again and i can feel the saliva building up.

All this and it’s day 3!

I have been on a diet for 3 days and i feel like i have been constantly starving. People are commenting on my stomach noises in work and i just cant seem to think about anything OTHER than food! Let me explain…..

Im a 25 year old guy from Dublin, Ireland. I push a desk for a living. Any sort of physical activity that i was regularly involved in seems to be by the wayside and I’ve seen myself slide down a slippy hill in the past year.

Always comfortably under 12 stone with a bit of muscle on my 5 foot 9 body i now seem to be inching closer and closer to the 14 stone mark. Not a lot i hear you say , in Irish standards for a man of my height etc it seems to be just classed as ‘man with a bit of meat on his bones’ . Im not happy with this. My lifestyle always seems to involve a can of beer or a get out of jail free trip to the chipper or chinese and not only is it not the healthiest thing you could do but it’s hurting my pocket too.

My diet since i was younger has been well, crap. I’ll go into that another time once  i have a free month or two but i have never been a sensible eater. By sensible i seem to eat nothing but rubbish. I don’t eat vegetables at all, bar potato. That’s IT. Sausages, pizza, burger etc And i’ve never been into dieting or anything that vaguely changed any of my eating patterns until 3 days ago. I wanted to make a change. So this is it. Armed with my weight watcher points and a yearning mind and empty stomach i intend to blog my progress along the way!