Light as a Feather -Not

His Lordship and I took a conscious decision when we returned from our cycle ramblings, that the good life would have to be curtailed to reduce the amount of flab we have both accrued since leaving the castle last summer with its inherent work and estate management.

Thus this morning, spectators saw the sorry sight of two blobs going into the land of flowers and bypassing the cake counter to have just a coffee each.
Oh how are the mighty fallen!.

Now I really don't like coffee, I find it rather bitter, however with a little milk it seems to allay the pangs of hunger more than would a cup of tea.

His Lordship, by dint of limiting himself to a banana, 2 oranges, 2 apples, during the day, and one meal at supper time has lost 6lbs in a week.
Gone are his glasses of wine and the biscuits squirrelled away with regular cups of coffee. He is no fun at all and I do believe he has got new wrinkles appearing.

I on the other hand with somewhat less resolve and allergic to scales, feel my trousers as tight as ever and you can guess what will happen: his Lordship will quickly get to the weight he wants to be, and then feel free to eat cakes and drink wine while I will still suffer trying to have trousers needing a belt to keep them up.

Fifteen years ago I unwittingly managed to be a shadow of my present self by running about 50 miles every week with a few gym sessions thrown in- a rather obsessive way to gain a slim body, however unknowingly.

Now of course, having forsaken the running through extreme old age, I have Blipfoto to keep me engaged, and as everyone knows that involves more sitting at the computer than exercising to look for a blip.

Rather than starve myself to lose weight, I might try and get some leg lengthening done on the NHS. I think then, I would fit my weight, but another 10 inches of femur is probably out of the question.