I vant to suck your blood.

I was first there. Or so I thought. A man came rushing to the door after I had been there about a minute claiming that he had been there for half an hour and was actually first. I didn’t care one iota. He didn’t seem to notice that I wasn’t bothered and continued to tell me that he was there first. F-I-R-S-T. I didn’t care. I was happy to be second. S-E-C-O-N-D.

The girl who sucked my blood, was really good. I feel like over the past 12 months, due to being pregnant and having Lacey, I’ve had litres of blood taken and every part of my body examined closely. I know now when someone is really good at it. She was. And it wasn’t even her usual gig. A+ to her.

I met with my new friend, the dietician. Funnily enough there weren’t posters of Maggie T hanging around everywhere. There were people coming out of an appointment though and they looked nice and slim. Hopefully that’s a good sign.

The diet isn’t rocket science. She was really thorough though and I liked that. She worked it all around me, and my life. Basically it’s a case of decreasing the carbohydrates and increasing the protein in my diet. Fun.

Seriously though, what is fun is the list of Free Foods. They’re the things that I can eat when I went, as much as I want. Joy. The things that are looking good to me from the Free Foods list are passionfuits, asparagus and jelly. I haven’t had jelly since 1989 so I might have to revisit that time (I think it might have been at All You Can Eat Sizzler).

I feel success, or moreso weightloss, is just around the corner. And we can’t have weightloss without rewards. I haven’t decided exactly what I want to reward myself with. I’ve narrowed it down to one of these three though. I’ll reward myself once I shed a fiver.

A Mimco Satchel