Chinese, chat-ups and charity
Those three words pretty much describe the last week – well along with Prosecco, Cava and Edinburgh Gin anyway.
I started out pretty well and pretty determined to lose weight last week and stuck to my diet right up until Friday evening when I went to a party held by one of my work colleagues.
I had heard a lot about what is known in our office as the “Wylam Soiree” but this was the first time I had attended and I have to say it was everything I expected it to be and more.
After a few drinks (or more) in the local pub we all headed off to Andrew’s house for the party. There was a pretty eclectic group of people. Work colleagues, former work colleagues, friends and even a couple of journalists.
The food, Chinese takeaway, provided by our host was fantastic. And as by this time I was a little tipsy (to say the least) I couldn’t resist – so the diet went out of the window.
Turns out I wasn’t the only one who was a little drunk as I was ‘chatted up’ by one of the journalists. I say chatted up though I’m not sure the words “come upstairs with me” which when I said no were followed by “go on just come upstairs with me” – another no obviously – then a “just kiss me then” can actually be called been chatted up.
It’s probably about 30 years since someone asked me to go upstairs with them at a party. Much more a drunken teenager type of approach than I’m used to these days. But I did find it quite funny and possibly even slightly flattering but it does give you the idea of just how drunk everyone was.
Which is probably why, after getting a taxi home, I woke up on Saturday morning fully clothed. And if there’s one thing I need after drinking that much it’s high calorie, high in fat, high in sugar, alcohol absorbing food. So KFC (including 2 lots of chips) and a large bar of chocolate were the order of the day.
By Sunday I was back on track though and went down to the local park to watch the Proclaimers with my fabulous friend Joanne Weightman.
And I was hopeful that, although I didn’t walk 500 miles, standing in a queue for an hour and a bit of dancing would help reduce some of the damage done over the two previous days – especially as I’ve only got just over 2 weeks to go.
But if I’m honest when I got on the scales yesterday morning (yes, I know, I’m late posting again) I wasn’t sure what to expect. And the result is…………….
So surprisingly that’s another 2 pound off and another £2 for the amazing Charlie Cookson Foundation. Which brings me back to the final word above – Charity. I’ve been working on my 50th Birthday Charity Fundraiser all week and it’s starting to come together really well. So watch out for more information in the next couple of days
If you’re impressed with my success you can add to my £’s for pounds at www.justgiving.com/5iftyby5ifty or to donate by phone text FIFB50 £1 to 70070