I continue
to ascribe my sylph-like figure to the drinking man’s diet that I designed a
year or so back.
A typical
day’s consumption would be a kipper for breakfast (must have one oily fish a
week, at least), a papaya for lunch, one only pint of beer at The Dog &
Pessary at beer o’clock, red wine at
wine o’clock (only one bottle, mind), beef casserole in beer for dinner (and
possibly a modest fruit salad marinated in Madeira), ending with a couple of
gold watches as a night cap. Another favourite is a pate of chicken liver,
olive oil (no butter),garlic, and either a splash of brandy or Appleton’s rum.
Of course,
when I get the results of my annual blood-test next week , the Quack will once
more tut-tut about my liver function being less than perfect. There’s nothing
to be done about it. It is a side effect of my medication for gout.
As a
result of this abstemiousness, I have lost 30 lbs. and have maintained my weight at a lithe 212 lbs. for over a
year, so I can now take my weight on my elbows once more.
Should I
copyright this and make a fortune like Dr Atkins?
Warning:
when using this diet do not drive or operate machinery. May cause drowsiness.
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