Eek, I've gone and done it now!
I've just got off the phone to my new best friend Anastasia who is going to make me thin. I'm starting the Cambridge Diet on Thursday (or maybe Friday, depending what happens with Mr Smat's job interview) which involves eating no food whatsoever for at least six weeks. Instead you have 500 calories worth of milkshake-type drinks each day, and oddly enough, the weight just drops off. So by Christmas I should be a size 10, and allowed 3 ounces of turkey and maybe a sprout or two for lunch. But a size 10 - I haven't been that since 1992, and that was only briefly (post wedding planning stress, pre Baby Smats, there wasn't much gap between the two).
So Thin and Scary Smat, here we come!
So Thin and Scary Smat, here we come!
posted by Smat @ 11:04 AM
6 Comments:
At 8:39 PM,
patroclus said…
Woah there, thin scary Smat! You have a new best friend? Why was I not informed? And yesterday you didn't have *any* friends! What about poor old patroclus, your bestest chum for (oh Jesus) 20 years?
OK, admittedly I am completely flaky, unreliable and the worst godmother ever, but...but...wahhhhhhhhhh.
And Mr Smat has a job interview? Do tell all!
At 10:55 PM,
Smat said…
difference between you and Anastasia, Patrolclus, is that I don't have to pay you to be my friend and tell me how fabulous I am. And is it really 20 years?
No comment on the job interview as I don't want to jinx anything, but good vibes Mr Smat-wards between 9.30 and 11.30 on Thursday morning please (if he gets it, there will be 1. a huge pay rise and 2. a second home on the south coast so it would be a Good Thing. If he doesn't get it, then he's going to be President of the Croydon Tax Institute next year and do presentations to other tax accountants and stuff, which would also be a Good Thing apparently).
At 11:30 PM,
patroclus said…
Well, you *are* fabulous (you can have that one for free). And it really is 20 years. Give or take one - I think we met in 1986. I probably scowled at you, in my usual friendly way.
God vibes will duly be sent at the appointed time. Although President of the Croydon Tax Institute sounds mighty scary to me. As does anything with the word "tax" in it.
At 8:17 PM,
Tabby Rabbit said…
Bloody hell, let us know how you get on with the Cambridge diet. I girl I used to work with did it and lost shedloads . I've tried the alternative diet of not eating, drinking only coffee and red wine, and smoking but so far all I've lost is quarter of a stone (really, for all that effort), had my mind blank out and the top of one of my arms go numb. Bestest of luck - we'll send you food parcels. Oh no we won't. And good luck to Mr Smat with the job, lots happening eh?
At 9:14 AM,
Stef the engineer said…
Blimey; you've got Anastasia making you thin?
I'm going to try for Steve Redgrave as my personal rowing coach, and James Dyson as my business mentor.
Are celebrities naturally attracted to you?
At 11:27 AM,
Smat said…
Stef, it's because I am such a fabulous person that EVERYONE is drawn to my magnetic personality.
Or something.
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