Keep On Keeping On

There is a double celebration of fiesta-ing today in the Diary, and a good job too.  The llamas have had three weeks off and Enrique has started panicking that if they have any more time off, their muscles will all seize up and they'll never be able to do those high-kicks again.

To mark the glorious occasion, they've decided on a very spectacular stunt.  Miguel has bravely offered to be a llama cannonball!!  Ricardo has designed a lovely red sparkly cape for the occasion. It'll be the finale sequence to the fiesta and I'm sure it'll be a breathtaking sight!

The first reason I'm celebrating is, after a week off and not really following the diet strictly at all - it turns out I've lost a whopping FOUR POUNDS!!!  I'm now just 1 1/2 lbs off having lost 3 1/2 stone!!  For those still keeping track, I've lost 47 1/2 lbs in 23 weeks.  Which is still quite good going.

*AAARRRRIIIIBBAAAAAA!!!!!!*

The second reason for celebration is that I have actually managed to get tickets to see Michael Nesmith - after a very dramatic turn of events this morning.  It nearly didn't happen at all - but eventually I got two seats.  They're back row, I grant you, and when I had the possibilty of seats in the third row at first, it does sting somwhat, but there are only 12 rows in total, the venue only seats 460, and I think the hall is laid out in such a way that there's really no such thing as a bad seat.  I mightn't get to see every whisker on his face but I'll certainly know it's the right fella.

WOOOOOOOHHHHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

*dances round like a mad eejit*

133 sleeps, apparently.  According to my calculations, there were 136 but I'm reliably informed there are only 133.  This is very exciting news.  I just hope by then I'll be as close as possible to my target size.  I've got four and a half months to lose three dress sizes.  I think I can do it.  I hope so.  Even two would be great!! 

Anyway, back to Slimming World.  My mum joined last night!!  This is great news.  Partly because I get in next week free for introducing someone.  I really hope she makes a good job of it.  She only wants to lose the same amount I've already lost.  And I've managed it so she can definitely do it.  Hell's teeth, she's had five kids, losing a bit of weight isn't going to cause any problems!!!  Apparently Andrea the Consultant kept telling mum (and the other newbies) to listen to what I told her because I'm doing so well.  How embarrassing!!!  I wish Mum hadn't told me, I'm not a fan of all this attention. 

I'm so excited I really don't have the brain to type any more.  Let's see The Llama Cannonball in action for the big finale to end this very exciting and hysterical blog!!

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*wince*

Ricardo, you really ought to check that you're not firing that thing off anywhere near a wall....

*sigh*  We're a llama down, ladies and gentlemen, but don't worry, it isn't fatal - he just needs a good rest and he'll be right as rain soon.

Join me next week, when hopefully I'll have calmed down slightly, and I'll give you an update on Miguel's progress.  Hooves crossed he's well on the mend by then!!

Bright and Breezy

I will never learn.  Honestly.  Never.  I have known for many years now that watching films until the early hours of the morning on a worknight is really never a good idea.  Especially if you aren't a morning person.  Please remind me of that next time.  I watched S.W.A.T.  The film was so good the seratonin levels in the old brain there went through the roof.  Imagine your brain full of a sugar rush without the sugar at half two in the morning.  I'm amazed I made it to work at all, and that I don't feel as though I've been dragged through a hedge backwards by my hair.  Ah, it was worth the extreme tiredness.  I think I might need to watch it again, just to be extra sure about it, but you can't really go wrong in a film with lots of car chases, lots of explosions, Samuel L Jackson and a really nasty, mildly unhinged bad guy.  Sigh.  Jeremy Renner.  He's an almost depressingly beautiful man.  And he's scarily good at being bad. 

Where was I? 

Happy Wednesday, everyone.  It may be a bit cold and rather windy outside, but I am full of the joys of spring this morning.  The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the bees are trying to have sex with them (copyright Bart Simpson, but in fairness Chorley is a peculiar place). It's all happening.

I've been sober, probably since Monday, but I've been teetotal since Sunday.  And I still can't think of booze without my blood running a little cold.  I'm still in the 'never again' frame of mind.  Which probably isn't such a bad thing, it'll do me good to knock it on the head for a couple of weeks.  I mean, I'm no Keith Moon or anything - I've always been of the "Yeah, I can take it or leave it, but I don't see why I should leave it!" mindset, and can happily go for a few days or even a couple of weeks without feeling the need to make my liver do a bit of work, but for the first time since I was 18 I'm really of the "No, I'm happy to leave it" mindset.  Sober *and* happy??  I must be ill!!  Beer festivals.  So much fun on the day.  Still highly recommended, though.

So this week I've been trying to do a bit of penance to make up for my mammoth blow-out on Saturday.  There's been minimal Synnage, although I have discovered those little pots of chocolate Philadelphia, which sound minging but are actually really rather lovely.  They're weird.  But it's a good weird.  And if you've been chocolateless for a good few months they're practically magical.  I haven't done too much exercise but fingers crossed I'll have maintained this week.  That's totally all I'm hoping for.  There's no way I'll have lost anything after all that beer.  And cider.  Sheesh!

I really don't have a great deal to report, as my week thus far has basically consisted of work and home, without much room for excitement in between times.  However, please join me again on Friday, when I'll have hopefully managed more than three hours' sleep, I'll know the damage I did to my waistline on Saturday, and hopefully have come up with a plan of action to get myself back on track for the following week!!