Yep, I'll stick with it. *grumble, grumble*
I'm about to book flights for the three of us to spend three weeks in Blighty June/July - this will completely clean us out, but my parents have agreed - I had to ask, unfortunately; I hate doing this - to pay half. I don't want to spend the money and put us further behind on our life goals, but my parents are not going to be around forever and it is important for everyone that small boy spends time with them. Ugh. Happy-happy and sorrowful-sorrowful. I *hate* having to be bailed out by my aged parents.
The tide of lard is ever so gradually receding, I think. It's hard to tell without weighing and measuring as I go by trousers and, of course, thighs, butt and stomach are the very last areas to let go of podge. That said, my forearms seem slightly less puffy and my jawline is clearer. It's an act of faith really, isn't it?
B: coffee with cream, two tablespoons of jellied chicken broth/stock (the Golgotha mix), three macadamias
D: I spied with my little eye a pork belly in the fridge. Husband means well, but is clueless. To do a decent belly one has to crank up the oven as high as it will go for at least half an hour, otherwise there aint no crackling. Husband clearly hasn't thought this one through (and never manages to get the crackle right as he doesn't preheat the oven and opens the door too often - sigh); it's going to be 39C today.
Ham, smoked salmon, raw beet and carrot salad, Waldorf salad, small bit of cheddar, slice of brie, mixed nuts, frappe with double cream
Indulgence: tin of coconut milk - I should stop doing this, but in the heat it's just so damn gluggable
Just over 1500 calories: F 69; P 20; C 11
The walk home was BRUTAL...