Morning.
I am still in ireland. Moved on from Dublin to Mullingar and then moving to Belfast tonight.
Dp is working today, so I have about 8 hours on my billy Todd in a hotel room. I would warn you that I may post a lot, but hotel WiFi is beyond shit!
No scales here, so I could choose to post wed when I get home, or miss a week and just post next Monday. Seeing how much crap I've eaten yesterday (cashew, Greek yogurt and 81% choc) I may just leave it till next week.
I can't list everything I've eaten since Friday, and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to read it anyway
but it's been things like chicken, steak, mushrooms, English breakfasts, tapas etc.
I have however cheated once. We went to the Guiness museum, which includes a free pint at the end. I had 3 sips. It was nicer than I expected and I could probably have drunk it, but I resisted.
I've had red wine and whiskey but not really that much. Doing really well I think. I've been most surprised by my dp. He has the breaking strain of a soggy kit kat, but he's doing good too. He has cheated a couple of times, but mostly he has resisted.
Checking into this hotel yesterday and the car park was packed. It's a really big hotel, with possibly 100 spaces. Went inside and realised there was a conference on. Dp then nudged me and said do you know who that is? Looked up and did a bit of a cat bum face. Gerry Adams.
I remember the 80's well, when there were bombs going off, and no rubbish bins in the city centres or on train station. How there was always an air of worry that your town might get it. (I lived quite close to Warrington)
I would have loved to give him a disgusted look, but I just whipped my head back so my eyes were front and centre and walked off. chicken shit