Diet is progressing well. I was in France yesterday and stumbled upon a sushi bar. Two wooden trays full of sashimi later (washed down with Asahi beer) and I was extremely pleased that I had not succumbed to rice chips or pasta.
You see the worst thing about dieting is being on ones own in a place far from home. In times past I used to go and find a Chinese “eat till you puke” restaurant and gorge myself. Varinder would be none the wiser by the time I got home – even the receipt would not be a giveaway. Now that I am on such a public diet, there is another voice in my head, actually lots of voices, the voices coming from all of the emails of support, empathy and very kindly, sponsorship, which I have received.
One email in particular drew my attention. The author will remain anonymous. In it he explained how fit he was, how he trained and even wrote out a whole list of do's and don'ts when exercising. There was also an attached jpg picture file showing a cool looking, musculated individual, from the waist up, wearing sunglasses. He had a six pack, a tan and proper pecks.
I replied very quickly explaining that I too wanted a body like his. A few minutes later I received a reply to my reply suggesting I use my dumbbells to tone up and reduce loose skin as I lose weight. Before designing and exercise regime, however, he needed pictures of me wearing nothing but a pair of shorts so that he could see what I looked like and which exercises to focus on.
I placed a camera on the tripod in the kitchen, undressed to my underpants and pushed the self timer switch. Then Varinder surprised me.
“What the hell are you doing standing like that in the kitchen?”
“Taking a picture of myself�”
I explained the email.
“So let me get this straight. You want to send a semi naked picture of yourself to a complete stranger over the internet?”
“He is offering to help me!”
“There is no way I am going to let you subject innocent readers of