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The Weekend Off

I’m on my “Let’s get rid of this baby weight diet” and up to now i’m doing well if i do say so myself. I’ve lost quite a few pounds now and my clothes are feeling distinctively bigger on me.

I’m sticking to my protein shakes during the day and reasonably low carb meal of an evening , the only thing i will admit to missing is snacks.  I do become quite hungry late afternoon and late on in the evening.

Previously the hubby and I would stuff our faces watching telly while we drank copious amounts of sugary coffee (well i did, the hubby goes without).  I could easily eat a huge slice of cake as well as a large bar of Dairy Nut to myself, then if i was staying up particularly late more biscuits or even a late night take away on a few occasions, the latter didn’t happen very often but it did happen.

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The more i write about my diet, the more i see how i got as fat as i am.  I love food (obviously) and although i do love a lot of healthy food  such as veggies and salad, i also love all the wrong foods. Pasta, bread (oh i love you bread), cheese (oh i love you too cheese), cake, chocolate, chocolate biscuits, pizza, oat biscuits, Indian food and all the munchies that go with it.

While i do like a wide range of food i tend to stick to the same crap all the time.  I’ll have a huge plate of bolognaise and justify the cake and biccies afterwards because i had a massive pile of salad to go with it, not to mention the garlic bread the salad was wedged between.  I’m opening my own eyes the more i write, im literally shocked by myself.

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Anyway enough of the being down on myself, i have literally done a u turn on my habits, except on Saturday night when i allow myself the evening off after being weighed at tea time.  Only then can i have whatever i want to eat and copious amounts of red wine to wash it down with if i feel like it.

weighing

Weigh In Day!!!!! That’s me 4th from the front with the “why did i eat that bastard Frey Bentos pie” look on her face.  (i dont like Frey Bentos pies by the way but you get what i’m saying).

But i must admit, as the weeks are going by i’m finding it more difficult to enjoy the fabulous tasting shite i used to eat, my body just can’t seem to take it, it literally goes into sheer panic.  Last Saturday evening for example i was weighed to find i’d lost a good 5 lbs so i decided a takeaway of tikka burger and chips and a few slices of pizza thrown in, along with some chocolate cookies, a hand full of popcorn and a bottle of red wine would be my treat of the day.  Over a few hours i ate and drank it all along with sugary coke, by the time id put the last piece of food into my mouth i literally couldn’t move.  That’s weird i used to easily be able to do this.

I was watching a film with my hubby and my eldest son (Trainspotting 2 for anyone interested and it was alright, not as good as the first), All i could do was lie back with my legs up on Anthony like a literal couch potato, King Eddie’s had nothing on me, i felt vile.  I was hot, beyond thirsty (more coke thanks) and my stomach was a huge ball that was uncomfortable to say the least.

5198855-mr-and-mrs-potato-head-620x350 Me, just not on a couch, i literally was Mrs Potato Head watching a film.

I went to bed about two hours after the film finished and the food had gone, i was still the same my body seemed to go into shock, i felt like if someone squeezed me i’d pop.  I lay in bed for a good hour or so just trying to get my greedy, overindulged body comfortable.  Throwing in a little panic attack, I think i fell asleep from exhaustion eventually,  i couldn’t help but wonder how i used to eat like that? on a regular basis, how do i have panic attacks from just being full? and i think it’s my body’s response to the wear and tear i’m putting on it, it’s telling me to stop, to look after it, it’s my body’s way of telling me that what i’m doing is wrong.

I got up the next day and instead of repeating my usual habit of “oh it’s Monday tomorrow i’ll start then”, i got straight back on it, bottle of water and a protein shake down the neck and i was right back on track, i also felt so much better in myself by doing so.  My day actually lifted, i felt in a better mood and my head and body felt a little clearer.

I will still have Saturday nights off, its something i need to do or i won’t stick to my plan throughout the week, and every diet i have ever done has involved me having a night off, it’s just now i will limit myself to a couple of treats instead of a whole weeks worth in one go. I need to remind myself that not everything fits in my mouth and my belly.

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note to self!!!!

Purdey Makes 6 xxxxxx

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Chocolate Guinness Cake

My favourite guilty pleasure is cake, any cake, as long as there is sponge and filling it’ll do me. While Victoria Sponge usually ranks number one my husband’s chocolate Guinness cake (stolen from Nigella)comes a close second.

I can’t bake, my baking talents extends to jam sponge squares. These consist of a basic of basic sponge cake baked in a square tin. Once it cools I slap jam on top and cut it into squares, even the kids are less than impressed but it is pretty tasty and hits a spot with a nice mug of coffee.

My husband was brought up with his dad baking for the family so he was taught from an early age, the only cookery lesson I’ve had was year 7 cookery class in school. No matter how hard I try baking it never turns out, I follow the recipe and it still turns into a disaster, my sponge squares are only a result of my father in law having some sympathy for me and explaining the basic of basic cake recipe I’m well known for. My cherry cake went down in family history not because of its taste but rather the fact all my Cherry’s sank to the bottom of the cake tin, it was edible what more could they ask!!!!!

Anyway as I was saying my husband has learnt from one of the great cake makers, so the whole baking situation comes very easy to him. He’s renowned for his cakes amongst our friends and his chocolate Guinness cake is his most asked for cake.

This cake is very rich and is an acquired taste. I personally didn’t like it at first the moistness of the cake put me off along with the actual cream cheese topping, but over time my palette changed and I now love it.

METRICCUPS

FOR THE CAKE

  • 250 millilitres guinness
  • 250 grams unsalted butter
  • 75 grams cocoa powder
  • 400 grams caster sugar
  • 142 millilitres sour cream
  • 2 large eggs
  • 1 tablespoon vanilla extract
  • 275 grams plain flour
  • 2½ teaspoons bicarbonate of soda

FOR THE TOPPING

  • 300 grams cream cheese
  • 150 grams icing sugar
  • 125 millilitres double cream (or whipping cream)

METHOD

  1. Preheat the oven to gas mark 4/180°C/350ºF, and butter and line a 23cm / 9 inch springform tin.
  2. Pour the Guinness into a large wide saucepan, add the butter – in spoons or slices – and heat until the butter’s melted, at which time you should whisk in the cocoa and sugar. Beat the sour cream with the eggs and vanilla and then pour into the brown, buttery, beery pan and finally whisk in the flour and bicarb.
  3. Pour the cake batter into the greased and lined tin and bake for 45 minutes to an hour. Leave to cool completely in the tin on a cooling rack, as it is quite a damp cake.
  4. When the cake’s cold, sit it on a flat platter or cake stand and get on with the icing. Lightly whip the cream cheese until smooth, sieve over the icing sugar and then beat them both together. Or do this in a processor, putting the unsieved icing sugar in first and blitz to remove lumps before adding the cheese.
  5. Add the cream and beat again until it makes a spreadable consistency. Ice the top of the black cake so that it resembles the frothy top of the famous pint.