Dalyan – 13th & 14th December

Before work on Wednesday 13th December, I got weighed and measured to find I’d got reasonable results; I’d lost 0.3kg on the home scales, 2cm off my bust, 1cm off my hips and my waist had stayed the same. I had my overnight oats with persimmon and a cup of Yorkshire tea for breakfast and was looking forward to my day as we had the Fat Club Christmas party later.
I worked until 12.30pm then I’d finished work for the week, month and year. My bosses were already away in the UK for a quick break to see family.
At 4pm I met 3 of the ladies from Fat Club at the bakery next to the bus station. We hadn’t been to Debbie’s before but she had pointed to the back of it once when I walked towards Jamie’s with her, after Fat Club. I’m not good at following maps but I knew if I walked the same way, I would find it and the others had asked if they could come with me – and why not!
We had walked a few metres past the gate to Debbie’s house when we bumped in to Kate who was on the mobility scooter with Daisy. She pointed out our error and we all went in to Debbie’s. One of the ladies apologised profusely at the 4 of us being late because I had got them lost. She was glad Kate had found us as we had been walking round lost for ages! I popped my curry down so that I could get weighed, I’d brought my own food as the curries that Ian (Carol’s husband) had made for us all, had chillies in, which I can’t have. I’d brought the IPA beers to have with my curry but Debbie had made us all a mulled wine. I got on the scales first and was pleased to see I’d lost 0.4kg (0.9lb). I was the lightest I’d been in 7 months, having lost a total of 8.2kg (1st and 4lb) since I joined Carol’s Fat Club. Now, I only had 1.8kg (4lb) left to lose to hit my target weight and I (rather optimistically) hoped to do it by the end of the year.
The curry night went very well, although not without a bit of drama. Just as we were about to sit down to eat, I got a message from my boss, to say he had lost his wallet with all his cards in, on a train in England, which meant he had no way of being able to pay me as scheduled. I tried not to let it spoil my night but it was obviously on my mind that I wouldn’t be able to do a few things I’d got planned for the rest of the month now. December was Captain Caveman’s and my parents’ last full month in Dalyan and I’d hoped I’d be able to afford to go out for drinks, meals and even the odd day trip with them.
Debbie’s hosting was second to none and we had a really fun time at the Fat Club party. There was a new first for me, seeing a bottle of red wine wearing a jumper to keep it warm and look festive! By the time Debbie’s husband came home, Kate, Daisy and I had (drunkenly) decided to go for more drinks at Tapa. Kate rode the 3 of us in to town on the mobility scooter as we carried a big box of cat food.

Captain Caveman had been in Tez bar and Mark was just leaving Tapa as we arrived. Both of them decided to join us ladies and the party at Tapa began with Daisy getting the microphone out and starting an impromptu karaoke style night.
I’d had 3 red wines in Tapa and I was very drunk when we eventually went home.

When I woke up on Thursday 14th December I had a bad hangover. I’d had 2 mulled wines, 2 proseccos, 2 beers & 3 red wines yesterday. I had gone over the week’s allowance of syns in one night and it was probably the most I’d drank since October. We were home by 10.30pm, though, after quite the wild night! It was also somewhat ironic that it had been at the Fat Club Christmas do, in a country where they don’t celebrate Christmas.
Captain Caveman brought me my tea in bed and announced he was off Bumming, I suspected I would be lucky to leave my bed today. He’d also popped the brisket with onions in to the slow cooker and would be doing dinner tonight.
I didn’t manage any breakfast until 12.30pm when I forced down toast and a paracetamol. For lunch I had garlic mushrooms done in the airfryer and they were very nice.
At dinner time Captain Caveman served up the brisket with onions, red cabbage and my amazing airfryer Yorkshire puddings. It was our 12 year anniversary next week so Captain Caveman decided he was taking me out for a date this weekend, he had booked a table for 2 at My Arancia and we had pre ordered our food.