Just fucking sad ...

So it's not March (as you can see for yourself on the timestamp) and I threw away the diet again. I hadn't had a passing thought about this blog until last night, when I told my wife how sad it was the only time we ever went out was to eat.

So I'll give it another shot, starting as of this morning. I haven't weighed myself yet, but I think I'm probably still just as porky as I was last year. Yippee.

So far this morning I've had a coffee (two milks, three sugars, one shut the hell up), a tea biscuit and a banana. This beats the hell out of the half-coffee, half-hot chocolate and two donuts I normally eat from Timmy's. I'm hanging in so far, right?