Days Without alcohol - 13.
My body is revolting against my new healthy obsession. It's saying, "All right, c'mon, joke over - stop putting me through all this running and swimming and fruit and stir fry and chastity and let's get back to the good old days!" And of course my body hates this. My actions are causing it to shrink and fade away. It must fear that if I carry on losing weight at this rapid rate (I'm about half a stone down now) then by the end of the year my body will just be a vapour, hanging in the air, like a Will o' the Wisp.
So to teach me a lesson it made today feel like a hangover, even though I have stuck to my resolve (unless that beer in my dream somehow counts). I was really tired and listless and unable to get going on anything at all. I stayed skulking in the house playing poker and Scrabble on the internet and watching TV. This temporary lifestyle doesn't turn me into an impenetrable superhero and I mustn't overdo it.
But consequently I have very little to tell you about today. I watched the confused, having-its-cake-and-eating-it film, "Shallow Hal", which is supposedly about inner beauty being more important than outward, yet is still full of jokes involving fat people being funny and ugly women being ridiculous and the fact that Jack Black just sees "ugly" women as beautiful, means that he isn't really being any less shallow. He's still getting off with women that he perceives as physically perfect, so in his head it's all the same. I am sure that in the end he realises that actually Gwyneth Paltrow is beautiful to him anyway, but I didn't stick around to find out. I turned over to watch "Sean of the Dead" which I have seen numerous times before, but still has more wit and humour in Simon Pegg ascending a child's slide with a sense of heroism and purpose, than Shallow Hal has in an hour of fat people breaking chairs. So Britain 1 America 0.
