Day 7 and so far, so good. I haven't slipped up ONCE - not even at the cinema last night.
Funny though how, when you're not participating in the mass pig-out that IS a night at the cinema, you hear every rustle, chomp and slurp!
I made do with a bottle of water and was fine. I made sure I had a mousse just before I went so I wasn't hungry.
The film (Run fat boy, run) was good - really funny! The ending was a wee bit cheesy for a Simon Peg film but I noticed it was directed by David Schwimmer (Ross from 'Friends') so it did have a small American influence. A good night out all the same and I'd recommend it heartily. No big action, no deep plot - just a good, watchable film.
There was a bit of bad news yesterday. My sister (mother of James, my nephe who died) phoned me to say her Shi Tzu puppy, Darcy had died. Apparently, he contracted the Parvo virus and died in quite a horrible way, poor little thing. She's devastated and also very guilty because she didn't get around to having his second jab done and so he was extra susceptible as he was so small. I wasn't about to have a go at her for being irresponsible though ... she's had enough to deal with lately.
I'm starting to feel a bit 'different' even after only a week. My midriff feels slightly smaller, like it's been deflated just a bit. I have a size 22 jacket that I bought form a charity shop recently (very nice, beige faux soft suede) but although it's more than ample around my shoulders and chest, I can't do it up around my tummy. When I can do that jacket up, I'll really know I've made progress!
It's a beautiful day so we'll probably try and get out and about somewhere as Steve goes away again tomorrow. More later ...