Sunday 1am Loseweightfats and the Last Kebab

As I am planning a new regime (like General Musharref only with less violence) I decided to have a final kebab.

I was shocked to find it was as heavy as a new born baby, filled with Doner,Shish, Ticka and a tandoori chicken leg,

I hate meat on the bone, when it is a fillet or something like that I can ignore the truth that this was once a living animal. I feel slightly monstrous gnawing on a bone of any description (insert cock joke here).

As usual I hardly ate any of the naan surrounding this heart attack in a packet and this was accordingly binned.

This morning I regret the kebab as usual, with a feeling of almost about to chuck up teetering at the back of my throat. (insert cock gag here).

I would say never again, but a “nice” kebab can be a treat and if they are cooked well they can be tasty.

Oh dear.

Today

I ate a Domino’s Pizza today as I was too tired to do any form of food preparation after a long week of work.