We had a bit of an away day today. A food distribution company just outside Andover, in a place called Appleshaw, are opening a small distribution centre in Southampton in a few months and they’re recruiting new staff ready for the opening. Their main import base is Liverpool but they want to diversify and the warehouse is quite near Southampton docks. They’re looking for about two hundred staff and we had a meeting to tender for the contract to supply them. Of course this meant driving up to Andover. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: May 2013
25 May 2009 – out of the twelves and into the elevens
Weigh in today and I’m under twelve stone for the first time in years! Eleven stone thirteen, ok so its only just under twelve stone but it’s under it and that’s good enough for me. Continue reading
23 May 2009 – almost three miles in sixty five minutes
I’m getting better at this training business. I walked right round the bend in the river today. Continue reading
22 May 2009 – swine flu and forty days of grapes
Mac has been insufferable today. The first case of swine flu has been reported in Southampton and he’s convinced he’s got it. He sneezed, once, and of course that was positive proof. The fact that he’s constipated is also a swine flu symptom as far as he’s concerned. Never mind that we’ve both been like that all week because of the bloody Atkins diet. He keeps making me go over to his desk to feel his forehead because he’s positive he has a temperature and he’s popping head ache pills like they’re smarties. Continue reading
20 May 2009 – Atkins stage two, can I have a grape?
We are now into the second stage of the Atkins diet thank heavens. Now we can have five whole extra grams of carbs every day this week and ten next week. Wow! Continue reading
19 May – bunged up
Mac and I are both a bit bunged up and I don’t mean in the nasal department. It seems all the protein and not much fibre is having a rather unfortunate effect. I’m not sure what we can do about it really because we can’t have fruit, nice granary bread or muesli to get things moving. I think I may have to get some laxatives from the chemist and share them with Mac. He’s insufferable. He keeps clutching his stomach groaning and whining. If he won’t take them I may have to force feed then to him. All I can say is it’s a good job gay men don’t have babies. If Mac was pregnant it would be a major drama every second and labour doesn’t even bear thinking about. Continue reading
18 May 2009 – out of the obese and into the fat
I’m officially no longer obese! YAY! I now weight twelve stone two, I lost three pounds this week. Much as I am beginning to loathe this bloody diet, with all the meat and eggs and cheese but no bread or potatoes or fruit, I have to say its working.
17 May 2009 – Race For Life training and Moonwalk aspirations
I did my Race For Life training this morning. I got up bright and early, got my jogging bottoms on and my new trainers and set off with my iPod in my ear, a bottle of water in one hand and my iPhone with the Walkmeter in the other. I missed training last weekend because I felt so tired but I do feel a bit better this week. I can’t keep putting it off and making excuses. Today I was determined to do more than just the two miles, no matter what. Continue reading
13 May 2009 – Atkins week Two and a change of scenery
Week two of the Atkins diet and today I was working in the Gosport office for the whole day. I took all my meaty supplies with me though, two cold sausages, some squares of cheddar cheese and a little bag of mini baby bel. Goodness me it seemed like a long day after just working mornings for so long. It was pretty strange being in an office with loads of other people too (OK, not exactly loads, there were all of five of us but I’ve got used to just me and Mac), really noisy and distracting. I just got my head down and got on with the job in hand because it all seemed to be office politics and bitching from where I was sitting. I almost didn’t want to leave to go to the loo because I was sure they’d start on me if I did. Honestly, as soon as someone went out the door everyone else started having a pop about them. Continue reading