Wednesday 30 January 2013

Wednesday Weigh-In - 30 January

Yesterday I wasn't sure of what to expect from the scales today. Over the course of my last few posts, the theme has been doom and gloom, annoyed with myself for letting things slip with a few hefty meals over the weekend.

I don't know how it has read to you, but all my pontificating has probably placed me close to the diva in the snickers advert.


And so here I am on a Wednesday reporting on my latest weigh in and feel something of a fraud. I've not gained weight, nor have I stayed the same. I'm 3 lbs lighter than I was this time last week.



That is 16lbs gone in total in 4 weeks. A fantastic start to the year and something to build on in the coming months.

February will present challenges. In less that two weeks I'll become a dad for the second time. In normal circumstances that is enough to dispense with regular eating habits, but as those of you who are close to me will already know, there are some difficult days ahead.

I'm therefore very pleased with my progress to date which will allow some breathing space over the next month on the diet front. I plan to eat as healthily as possible, but will only be able to do so where practical.

Still another 12 days left before life changes. 12 more days to keep up the good work.
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Tuesday 29 January 2013

What will Wednesday bring?

For the first time since starting this diet (a whole 28 days ago!) I'm looking at Wednesday morning with a sense of trepidation. In previous weeks I've expected to lose a few lbs but following my weekend excess I'm really not sure what to expect tomorrow morning when I climb on board the scales for my weigh-in.

Clearly things can go one of three ways. 1) My body responds to Chinese, Pizza and Enchiladas by adding some numbers to last week's reading. 2) Equilibrium, things stay the same and I'm thankful to have got away with a couple of bad days. 3) Something bizarre happens and I manage to have lost a lb or two despite breaking from the diet.

I'd certainly settle for option 2, but I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning for the outcome. Whatever way it goes, I'm pleased that after my temporary deviation I appear to have got things back under control. Two days of discipline is nothing to shout about, but better than than two further days of reverting to pre-January form.
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Monday 28 January 2013

Yesterday don't mean......

That was the weekend that was. I'm quite disappointed in myself for letting things slip, but I'm determined that I am going to put things behind me and get back to what has worked for me so far. Diet discipline with sensible meals. Already though I can feel it is going to be tough day. I'm feeling hungry which stands to reason given my stomach will have expanded through the weekend.

This rather brings home that dieting isn't something that I can turn on or off at the flick of a switch. It also serves as a reminder that with all the will and motivation in the world, external factors can and will affect my ability to reach my goals. I can't control those, and there will be days to come in the very near future where I may need to seek out comfort food to help get me from one day to the next. But what I can do is make sure that on better days, I'm in control and working towards where I want to be.

With that in mind, I'm putting this past weekend behind me. I can't change the fact I ate poorly but I can ensure that the week starts off on the right foot. Bran flakes this morning. Lots of water. Lunch to follow. More water. Simple dinner tonight. It sounds so easy typing it out. Just a small matter of psychological battles to win along the way.

To use musical metaphors, where I want to be right now is Nina Simone Feeling Good.

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good



However, where I am today is more akin to Pantera's Yesterday Don't Mean Shit

Cause yesterday don't mean shit 
What's over is over and nothing between 
Yesterday don't mean shit 
Because tomorrow's the day you have to face 
There's no rewinding time 
Yesterday don't mean shit 
Yesterday don't mean shit 




Both songs are about forgetting the past and recognising that things start afresh from today. One is quite beautiful, the other an ugly snarling record grimacing through gritted teeth. That is certainly where I'm at with my diet today. I'm going to win this battle, but it sure as hell isn't going to be pretty.

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Sunday 27 January 2013

The first sizeable blip

Any way I look at it, this has not been a good weekend for the diet. Friday night kicked things off with Char Siu chow mein from my favourite local Chinese restaurant. This was followed up by bacon sandwiches (well, bacon in tortilla wraps) Saturday lunchtime, a frozen pizza Saturday night and tonight I've had cheesy enchiladas for my dinner. One out of four over a weekend would be manageable for a diet. All four is a sizeable blip after more than three weeks of keeping to my plan.

The only positive I can take from the weekend is the fact that despite great temptation, I've kept away from snacking beyond meals. This was pretty difficult, particularly on Saturday when my kitchen started resembling a bakery with fresh bread, doughnuts and crumpets flaunting themselves at me. Inside the fridge was just as bad with chocolate bars galore hiding just inside the door.

It was also extremely tough because I was both physically and mentally exhausted. Interrupted sleep has become a regular occurrence over the last few months, which is par for the course when sharing a bed with a pregnant woman. What really messed things up on Friday night was my cat deciding he wanted to break into the nursery, clawing up chunks of carpet at regular intervals until I finally locked him away in the kitchen. That I spent the next few hours struggling to sleep while hearing him meowing sadly downstairs and scratching away at the kitchen door did little to help matters.

Throughout Saturday I was pretty much a zombie. I had an enthusiastic 4 year old to entertain, and only whatever caffeine my Pepsi Max supplied me with to keep me going. Grumpy, argumentative, yawning, frustrated. These are words I'd expect to describe me in a few weeks time when the newborn is working to a different timetable to his parents, not a couple of weeks before it all happens. If this is an insight to how I'll feel in the not too distant future, the diet could be in serious jeopardy.

On the bright side, I did decide to do something positive to shake me from my funk late Saturday afternoon. Determined to avoid sugar and alcohol to try to get me through the day, I found another way wake myself up. For 15 minutes or so, until my son interrupted, I reintroduced my unfit body to the crosstrainer.

Hello Mr Crosstrainer. Been a while?!
It wasn't much of a workout, but it was a start. Did I feel any better for it? Not really, but it did help me to get a better night's sleep on Saturday, in partnership with a much better behaved cat. But it was a start and therefore a step in the right direction. I don't just want to lose weight this year, and while my January focus has been exclusively on what I eat, the exercise part if just as important to ensure this diet is successful.

I'm going to write this weekend off and start afresh Monday morning. Back into the routine and hopefully get a bit more time on the crosstrainer. This weekend I fell off the wagon. Time to get back on.

Friday 25 January 2013

Losing my edge

I'm a strong believer that making subtle changes to your behaviour can go a long way to helping you achieve your goals. It doesn't have to be a total lifestyle shift that enables successful weightloss; a series of small tweaks here and there can bring about something significant too.

What I often hear from people is that they really wish they could go to the gym, or do exercise, but simply don't have the time to do so. I don't necessarily buy this. If you really want to work out, you would. The fact that I've not been to the gym this year is nothing to do with a lack of opportunity; it is because mentally I've not been prepared to cross that boundary yet.

Instead I've been looking for ways to be more active within my daily routine. I've talked before about the way I do this during my working day but what about when I am at home? Well, over the last few nights, I've started what I will call bathtime aerobics. My son has a bath every night before bedtime. In the 10 minutes or so of play time that I allow him to pretend he is a pirate, I usually check emails on my phone or catch up with Twitter. There isn't really a large enough window of opportunity to get on the cross-trainer for some serious exercise, but I've now struck upon something which does enough to get the blood pumping.

The Chemical Brothers
Cover of The Chemical Brothers
Daft Punk
Cover of Daft Punk
I'm dancing in my bathroom. Yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds, but it is true. Rather than sitting there passively, I'm putting on a couple of tunes that make me want to strut my stuff. So while my son is getting his daily soak, he now has the bizarre sight of his dad prancing around to Daft PunkChemical Brothers and LCD Soundsystem.

LCD Soundsystem
Cover of LCD Soundsystem

Before you get too excited, I'm not going to be sticking video footage online. I've no interest in going viral or appearing on RudeTube any time soon. Besides, there are thousands of Gangnam Style parodies to work your way through if that is your poison. It is an odd thing to do, and were my son any older I can only imagine how deep his embarrassment would be, but as things stand it is a useful way to burn a few calories before dinner time. Lets be honest, it can't be much different from playing Just Dance or something similar on the Wii.

This obviously is no replacement for a proper cardio workout, but for a little activity filler it is a chance to reacquaint yourself with some favourite dancefloor classics and get your butt moving. Repeat 7 nights a week and you're looking at approximately 1 hour of activity. Surely even the busiest person averse to the gym can manage that?

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Thursday 24 January 2013

Human after all

Naan Flatbread
Naan Flatbread (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
After three weeks of abstinence, I finally broke from the shackles of my diet yesterday evening. I didn't snack, I didn't have something sweet for dessert and I didn't open a can of beer. My regime breaker was a naan bread to go with my thai red curry, and I've got to add it was delicious.

One small treat after three weeks is something I think I can afford to get away with. The trick here is to ensure that this was just a one off, rather than a regular occurrence. I think I can manage that but time will tell.

A slight deviation after three weeks of hard dieting. Maybe I'm human after all.


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Wednesday 23 January 2013

Wednesday Weigh-In - 23 January


Well, another week gone and the diet is holding firm. Three weeks of sticking to my strict regime and it is working. When I climbed aboard the bathroom scales this morning I was greeted with this.


4lbs lost in the last week and 13lbs gone in total. In 21 days I'm nearly 1/3 of the way to my target weightloss of 41lbs. According to the BMI scale,  I am now overweight, rather than obese, which is progress.

BMI Scale - I'm at the wrong end of overweight, but it is an improvement

I'm starting to see positive side effects away from the numbers on a Wednesday morning. I've previously written about going down a waist size meaning I'm wearing a smaller pair of trousers. Now I'm noticing that the shirts I wear at work are a little on the loose side, and so I'll be thinking about changing my attire in the coming days.

When I was shaving this morning there were signs that my cheek bones were starting to re-emerge having gone into hibernation in recent months.

The cravings that plagued my days in the early stages of the diet have subsided. I am winning the mental battle on that front, which makes keeping to a routine so much easier.

In the last week I have mixed things up a little at lunchtimes as I see that as the pivotal meal for successful weightloss. Breakfast sets the tone for the day, but lunch is what you need to keep you going through until the evening. Too little and the urge to snack will take over. After two weeks of having the same fairly mundane sandwich, I've replaced the bread with tortilla wraps to add some variety. I'm finding these more enjoyable to eat so will probably stick with them for the timebeing. At the weekend I opted for soup without bread.

Consistency is something I talk about a lot, but I acknowledge that periodic change is important too. Even I would find it difficult to maintain discipline if I served myself exactly the same 3 meals day after day, so little changes here and there are to be welcomed.

Although I am pleased by my early success, I'm not prepared to get carried away. I'll probably sound as cliched as a football manager, but I am taking each day as it comes and not looking too far ahead. I have a target with an undefined finish point and I prefer it that way. Setting a date by when the target must be reached brings unnecessary additional pressure. For now I'm just going to keep what I'm doing on a day-by-day basis and hopefully that will keep bringing positive results on a Wednesday morning.

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Tuesday 22 January 2013

Knowing when enough is enough

This evening I had a new experience when it came to food. I've always been someone who will finish a plate of food. If someone else leaves food on their plate, I'm the sort to finish things off for them too. This perhaps goes some way to explain why I've always been on the large side, but quite simply I can't bear to see the sight of good food going in the dustbin.

Tonight however was different. I made myself a vegetable chilli, with a salad garnish. I gave myself a pretty generous portion as I've been feeling those hunger gremlins sneaking back into my day and so decided to listen to my body. It may be weigh-in day tomorrow, but I need the energy to get through to tomorrow without looking for something extra.

But half way through my bowl of chilli, I was done. I couldn't physically put any more into my mouth. My brain and stomach for the first time in my life were telling me that I didn't need to eat any more. I guess I could have had this signal sent before but it was always masked by the desire to see a clean plate.

Maybe it was just that the food wasn't great. It certainly wasn't my best effort and I wouldn't look to cook the same thing again. But maybe, just maybe, I'm starting to get used to the idea of eating less and my body telling me when it is time to stop. I have never mastered the art of knowing when enough is enough. If that is what happened this evening, it would be a very welcome development.
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Monday 21 January 2013

Dull is Good

Nearly three weeks into the diet, and my self-restraint is just about holding firm. I've resisted the urge for chocolate, crisps, cake, chips, toast, ribs, burgers and steak. A week ago I'm not sure I could have written that without starting to dribble but the fact is that things are starting to become easier.

I've stuck to my regime of three meals a day and my body has adjusted to that. The initial hunger pains have either disappeared or I have simply become numb to them, and I'm now walking past Subway every working day without getting hung up on the smell escaping from their ovens. Progress has been made towards target weightloss in the first two weigh-ins and I'm optimistic of a positive reading this week too.

However, I'm not about to start slapping myself on the back. This is a long-term project and the key reason as I see it why I've done okay to date is my consistency. I know some people who think of good days and bad days when dieting. The good days are when they stick to their plan and they are used to justify a bad day when they allow themselves to be rewarded. I'm not a fan of this level of deviation because of the mixed signals it sends your body. Starving yourself for a couple of days to make up for a blow out isn't going to do you or your diet any good.

My approach could be considered boring. Three square meals, no booze, no snacks. It doesn't sound terribly inspiring does it? And you'd probably be correct if I was subjecting myself to plates of food that I didn't enjoy. If I was forcing down celery and lettuce as a meal, there would be no self-restraint, but in eating food that I genuinely like and in reigning in both portion size and extras, I'm able to enjoy the best of both worlds; food that I like whilst losing weight.

Consistency may be dull, but if it provides me with an effective formula, give me dull every day.

Sunday 20 January 2013

The exercise regime is underway!

Well, kind of. Exercise comes in many different forms beyond slugging it away in the gym, though I really need to think about getting my gym bag together and heading over there in the very near future.

No, yesterday's activities did not involve a treadmill, weights or cross-trainer. It simply involved cold white fluffy stuff, and lots and lots of it. The snowfall on Friday was greeted with huge excitement by my son and so inevitably I spent yesterday morning working up a sweat constructing a snowman with him.

I'm building, he is too busy posing for the camera
I spent well over an hour trudging around the garden, gathering armfuls of snow to develop our sculpture. Whatever way you look at it that is a solid amount of physical activity. Throw into the mix that throughout the process I was having to take evasive action, as my boy was more intent on demonstrating to me his snowball creations and his throwing arm rather than help me with the building.

Coming under attack
Sneaking up behind me
Once we had settled on a decision that the snowman would be taller than him but not quite as tall as me, we set about giving our creation the traditional features you'd expect. I found my hat was sacrificed, and while putting stones in the face for eyes and a mouth I was instructed that a carrot was needed for the nose. Rather inconveniently we did not have any carrots in the house, and so I reluctantly marched off to our local store to pick up the necessary tools. A little bit more exercise undertaken.

On my return, the snowman received his finishing touches and we posed for pictures to document our efforts.

Snowman, wearing Slough Town colours of course
Exercise is a scary concept for a lot of people, but it needn't be. While dedicating time to specific workouts, whether than be at the gym or going for a run, is the formula for getting physically fit, there is no reason why you can't incorporate exercise into your daily activity. Yesterday I built a snowman and walked to and from a shop. Later today I'll probably be shovelling snow from my driveway. Both offer a better physical alternative to sitting on my arse in my lounge.

Saturday 19 January 2013

Choices, choices

Life is full of choices. Do you got outside and play in the snow, or do you stay inside nice and warm? Do you tidy the house when you know you really need to or do you decide to put it off for another day. The big topic of conversation in my household at 8am on a Saturday was do we go with Peppa Pig, Fireman Sam or Looney Toons? There are always choices. Always an alternative.

The same is true of dieting, and the choices that you make will be a determining factor in whether or not you are successful. My choice so far has taken advantage of my 'all or nothing' mentality and distance myself from snacks and sweet stuff. I know that once I get a taste for chocolate, cake or crisps I'll be looking for more. And then some more. And before I know it, I'll have abandoned diet mode and started to reverse the losses of the last two weeks.

Some people have better self restraint than me. They can have a little bit of something nice from time to time and not let it interfere with their weightloss plans. I am somewhat envious of them, but I know what works for me and where my weaknesses lie. So in the face of temptation, my attitude is to politely decline the opportunity.

That situation arose yesterday at work. One of my colleagues was having their final day before moving off to pastures new, and inevitably there was a bit of a leaving do planned, starting with our traditional office lunchtime buffet. We have some sensational amateur bakers in our midst. One had made a to die for cake while the other had made a gorgeous collection of cupcakes. Throw in a huge amount of savoury goods and the challenge was set. Do I tuck in or do I abstain?

The PCC Buffet - What would you do?
In the end, the snowfall took the decision out of my hands, as I had to leave work early to collect my son from his nursery which was closing early due to the adverse weather conditions. However, I had every intention of taking a look but don't touch policy. My humble lunch of ham, rocket and coleslaw wrap would have done nicely (as it did later when I eventually got home) and not broken my diet.

My choice is to take the steps necessary to achieve long-term weightloss. If that means deferring on a raft of sweet temptations, so be it.
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Thursday 17 January 2013

My contracting waistline

The first two weeks of the diet have gone well.  Yesterday's weigh-in produced a second positive reading in as many weeks and in addition to the proverbial pat on the back I've been receiving from friends who have been following my progress, there has also been something else to warm the soul on this chilly winter's day.

I've been able to drop a waist size and am back into my 40in trousers. Satisfying though it is to see the bathroom scales going backwards, I find nothing more rewarding from putting myself through a diet than being able to see and feel that my endeavours are paying off. This morning I put away the cheap pair of jeans that I acquired so spare my blushes after splitting my work trousers just before Christmas. If all goes well I won't need to wear them ever again.

Dropping a waist size can be met with a bit of retail therapy if you haven't got any smaller clothes. I won't be rushing out to the shops any time soon as I have plenty of t-shirts and trousers in my wardrobe that I'm looking forward to wearing again. At one stage I had jeans in every size between 34-48, following my big diet that started in 2007. I found it very cathartic to pack up the big-sized clothes and take them to a local charity shop. Little did I know at that point I was about to balloon again and be forced back into the bigger clothes.

Nice though it is to know my waist has shrunk, I'm not going to get carried away. 40in jeans are still too big, and I've got a lot of hard work to do yet before I can lock them away.


Wednesday 16 January 2013

Wednesday weigh-in - 16 January

Wednesday morning has come around again and so I had my date with the bathroom scales. Here is what they told me today.

Nice to see a 7 rather than an 8
17st 11lb represents a 4lb loss since last week, and a 9lb loss in total. Not bad for two weeks work! I did mention in my article last Wednesday that a 5lb weekly loss was unsustainable but I guess in the short term I've been able to maintain early progress.

What comes as a surprise though is how the loss has been achieved despite some of the meals I've consumed over the last 7 days. In that time I've eaten chinese take out, gone through the perils of social eating, enjoyed half a McDougalls chicken & asparagus pie and last night had 4 cheesy enchiladas for my dinner. I can imagine that a few of my readers right now are feeling pig-sick reading this, if they themselves are trying to shed a few lbs and making slower progress. I'm not going to apologise for my success but I will try to offer an explanation.

Frankie & Benny's aside, all of the above have been a fairly regular part of my diet in recent months. This combined with prolific snacking, the occasional can of beer becoming more regular and a lack of exercise helped me to balloon to the 18st 6lbs that I was two weeks ago. The changes I have made in the last two weeks have put a stop to all snacks, I've not touched a drop of alcohol since New Year's Day, and though I've not yet ticked all of the boxes and kicked off my exercise regime, I have become more conscious of my daily activity, meaning I'm less stuck to my office chair.

The meals themselves have scaled down too. Prior to Christmas I'd have ordered a rice dish and a beef dish from the Chinese restaurant. On Friday night, I just went with the rice dish. I'm under no illusion that Special Fried Rice is somehow a healthy option, but by sticking to just that the portion size is cut in two. Remove an accompanying can of beer and my evening consumption is well down on where it would have been before.

Pie, chips and a slice of bread  became pie and mixed veg. Enchiladas with wedges and coleslaw became enchiladas with a bit of fresh rocket. I'm reluctant to use the word 'balanced' to describe my diet, because the nutritional value in these meals would most likely be scorned upon by health professionals. But in reducing the amount of bad stuff I eat to accompany the main part of the meal, I'm consuming less, reducing calorie intake, and for me at this time it is working.

The other thing to bear in mind if you're looking at my 4lb loss with slightly envious eyes is our relative starting points. An 18 1/2 stone man who starts eating like a 14st man is likely to see more immediate impact than a 10st woman trying to eat like a 9st woman. There is more of me to begin with and so my body requires more energy to function. If I stop feeding my body more fuel than it requires, it will start tucking into my fat reserves, and I have a lot more of those to dispense with at the moment.

In statistical terms, 4lb represents 1.58% of someone weighing 253lbs. In contrast 4lb accounts for 2.85% of 140lbs. That is a huge difference.

I know it is easy for me to say this when I've already made progress, but if you are feeling discouraged by a slow start to your diet, don't. This should be a long term project and while it would be preferable to see immediate results, stick to your plan and the reward will come. Focus your energy into achieving your goals rather than comparing yourself to others. Apples and pears and all that.

Aware of the dangers of short-termism, I don't usually set myself a weekly target, but it would be a nice little milestone if I can lose 3lbs over the next week. That would recategorise me on the BMI scale, taking me out of obesity and into the overweight label. I'll report back next Wednesday on my progress in achieving this goal.
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Tuesday 15 January 2013

A useful reminder to keep motivated


I've talked previously about visualising weightloss to supply a source of inspiration. Well, today I was given a graphic reminder about why I am motivated to watch what I'm eating and do something about my excess lbs.

My wife encouraged me to head to the shops to take advantage of one of the offers available in store. This is what I came back with.

A small matter of 200 newborn nappies

Our new arrival will be here in just under four weeks and I want to be a trimmed down father who is fit and ready for the challenges that two little boys bring.

Motivation indeed.

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Monday 14 January 2013

Shed the lbs for £19!

I don't know about you, but I never really bought into the Groupon thing. Maybe it is because I'm not based in a big city and therefore not really in a geographical position to take advantage of discounted restaurant meals or seventy-five per cent off a session sticking my feet in a fish tank. Whatever the reason, the only deal that that made me sit up and take notice, was a heavily discounted packed of football coaching sessions for my son. £13 instead of £80 was such an obvious bargain that not even I could pass on the opportunity.

However, in amongst the predictable junk email I found in my inbox this morning, came this little beauty from Nectar, promoting their daily deal. Apparently for just £19 I can lose weight through hypnosis! You can see the ad below, and lets not forget about the 38 nectar points for every purchase.

Hypnosis can turn me into a flat-bellied woman on the beach, apparently
The question that has to be asked then is does this work? Anybody? I mean, why on worth would I choose to bully my subconscious and stomach into submission through a strict regime of food and beer control when for less than the cost of 4 footlong Subway lunch deals I can lose weight for seemingly no effort on my part.

It doesn't make a great deal of sense to me. I'll be the first to admit that beyond occasionally watching Paul McKenna shows when I was younger, I don't know a great deal about hypnosis. I watched one of my friends supposedly be hypnotised at a beach party in Tenerife on a boozy holiday when I was in my early 20s, though it later transpired that he had simply fallen asleep courtesy of drinking too much. 

I'm therefore not going to discredit a whole industry based upon no sound evidence but I just can't see how this will help. Maybe you've been through a course and swear by it. Get in touch and tell me why it works. I'm genuinely interested to know more. Did it help you lose weight or did you find yourself wondering why you handed over your cash? Maybe you've seen the deal and are giving it a shot. Share your progress and put this doubting thomas right.

I'll be keeping my £19 in my pocket on this occasion. For me shortcuts are not the answer, no matter how they are marketed or discounted. This is my battle of mind over matter. Willpower and determination are my tools for success, and they don't cost a penny.

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Sunday 13 January 2013

The perils of social eating

I am in a bit of a quandary today. For the first time since my diet began I will be going to a restaurant and eating out. Ordinarily I'd try to avoid doing so when I'm focused on losing weight, as you have less control on what you consume and are more likely to deviate from healthy food. However, this gathering of friends was organised some time ago and I'm not going to pull the plug now for the sake of a few calories.

Having browsed the online menu of our venue, I have to say it could be quite challenging to show restraint. The lighter options menu isn't particularly inspiring, and as someone who looks for value in their food, I take exception to being charged more for a little bit of crab and lettuce than it would be for a freshly prepared meaty pizza.

I'm expecting to be hit from all angles by the smelled of griddled steak, burgers, bacon, cheese, ribs and all sorts of wonderful things that I know should not be on my plate at the moment. It could make for an interesting couple of hours, particularly when I'll be surrounded by a group of people who won't necessarily be watching what they eat.

I'll update this article later on today to let you know how things go.
Frankie & Benny's Logo.
Frankie & Benny's Logo. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So, a few hours after the event, I have to say I've come through relatively unscathed. We went to Frankie and Benny's, a party of 12 comprising 8 adults and 4 children. I'd been studying the menu throughout the week trying to decide what to go for and was leaning towards a hot baked wrap. However, while walking to our table I saw one of these being delivered by one of the waitresses and was instantly put off. A wrap, filled with goodness knows what covered in what looked like a cheesy creamy sauce. No that was not for me.

As our order was taken I knew there would be platefuls of luscious stuff all around me but I wasn't deterred. Whereas others in the group had a rack of ribs, calzone, lamb shank or all-day breakfast, I plumped for the Sticky Pasta dish with chicken. I figured there was only so much damage this could do. Bit of pasta. Some mushrooms, roasted peppers and chicken. Obviously the sweet sticky hoi-sin sauce that made the meal wouldn't have been ideal, but I figured this was better option than something creamy like a carbonara or alfredo.

To be honest, I wasn't disappointed. A decent plate of food, and though I did look around the table with somewhat envious eyes, I didn't feel like I had missed out. Here is a photo of my meal.

Sticky Pasta Chicken at Frankie & Benny's
By contrast, some of the comments from my fellow diners were not so complimentary. My partner felt that her meal was quite salty, while the person who ordered this burger described it as 'ok'.

A burger. The side of chips, cheese and bacon looked pretty grim
 After dinner was finished the inevitable question was asked about dessert. I did briefly skim through the menu and was greeted with words like waffle, cheesecake and sundae. My eyes diverted to the lighter options section which was made up of a couple of varieties of sorbet and pancake. Feeling pretty content with the pasta dish, I skipped dessert and watched my friends struggle to finish theirs. My wife wasn't terribly impressed with her Eton Mess, complaining about a lack of meringue content, and then proceeded to tell me on the drive home that she felt sick.

Eton Mess, more cream then meringue
So there we go. My first restaurant outing in 2013 and despite having the opportunity to stuff my face I declined the invitation. A brownie point for me and a small moral victory.

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