Pub lunches

Oh how I do like pub lunches. But they really do challenge one's willpower during these difficult times. The problem you see, is they often come with a beer or two or four. Stop me anytime. And that's the problem right there, the stopping part. As promised I am continuing to live my life by accepting invitations such as today's pub lunch but it really does make the rest of the days food intake all that more important. Having said all of that I'm having a pretty good week so far so the odd small steak at the pub should destroy the hard work.

Well its Australia Day eve and I'm hoping to get through the festivities with minimal damage. I was hoping to go for a ride tomorrow but I did another one today and think I've strained a quad. Bugger. I'm sure it won't keep me out long though.

I have to say the cravings have abated a little this week after the psychological shocker that was last week. I've got a bit of a morning fruit routine going and it seems to fight off that old 10am hunger pain that used to send me straight to the bakery. Good news for my waistline not so good for Brumbys. Sales must be down a bit I reckon.

This weight loss thing seems pretty good for the wallet to I reckon. As I lose weight my wallet seems to gain it, nice little ancillary bonus there.

OK, short post tonight, time to retire to bed and a book. I'm starting another Cormac MacCarthy novel. Note to others who haven't read his stuff, keep a dictionary handy. The guy has a grasp on the English language I'm still trying to comprehend, but he does tell a good yarn.

Nighty night

P