steve. wednesday.

I can't help thinking about Nige and how he's getting on in Malta. I fear the worst of course, all that sun and beer, plate fulls of great British fry ups, little exercise and he'll be coming back even more of a bloater he was before he waddled off into his honeymoon. But enough of him, the important person here, on this blog, is me. Here then, is one of my proudest moments so far..

Gym in morning, usual hard session followed by a vigorous rub down in the showers.
Bowl of Special K
Lunch was a Turkey slice in a wholegrain roll.
Dinner was a jacket potato with salad and chicken breast and slice of edam cheese.
2 slices of malt bread.
xlnt!