So, last night I was watching Gunther carve up dead bodies and slicing them up with a band saw while I was on my trainer.
Certainly interesting, if a touch gruesome.
Time on the bike. 35 minutes.
Total weight lost so far. 10 lbs.
Target Weight. 15 Stone.
Current Weight. 19 Stone.
So, 4 stones to go. (64 pounds for the Yanks in the audience)
Of course I'm sat here eating a bag of Jelly Babies, so that's last nights bike riding down the drain. Oh well, you can't win them all.
I got a new stereo to go with the new car. It's on of those new fangled mp3 cd player thingys.
It's great. I've not finished putting all my mp3's onto CD's yet, but already I've stopped getting fed up with the music in the car.
I'm too anally retentive though. Even though I know that putting every single thing I've got from 1 artist onto a single CD is no good, I still do it. I just have to organise them. Rather than having a variety of stuff on a CD so I don't get bored listening 10 albums from the same band, I just have to have them all in one place.
I've got to fill a CD up as well. So if everything I've got from one band doesn't quite fill a CD, I'll stuff something else into the space at the end. This ends up with quite inappropriate things on the CD. Radiohead and Thin lizzy for example, or Portishead and Enya. WTF is enya doing on there, and why did I even put it there? Because it fit. That's why.
Heh. I hate that. Looking at the nutrition information on the back of a pack of Jelly Babies. "Oh, only 315 kcals!"
Then I eat the whole packet and realise that it's only 315kcals per 100g. I've just eaten 215g of them.
Urgh. I feel sick now.
Still, it doesn't beat J who once ate a 500g bag during a long1 drive. She was pregnant though, I'm just a fat bastard.
1 That's the UKian definition of a long drive, IE. 200 miles.
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