Babies, Birthdays, Banter and Flimsy.

So yesterday I was busy doing all sorts of nice things. I went and visited the new born baby Beau and had lots of cuddles and said ooh and aah a lot and marvelled at how tiny he is. Were my 2 ever that small? They must have been but I certainly cant remember.

 

 

 

And speaking of small and getting bigger, M and I went out last night to celebrate her best and oldest friend's 17th birthday. Little Billie. They lived in the house behind us and the fence fell down and they forged a path through the hedge and the rest is history. I have cuddled her, fed her, bathed her, told her off occasionally, tucked her into bed and she genuinely is part of our family. The banter between her and M is brilliant. They know each other so well. We recalled stories of their adventures as little girls , we laughed because Billie had to sit on a pillow for her first driving lesson, we sat tight lipped as they told us how they are going to drive to college when they have both passed their tests and it was a brilliant night.
 

 

And Billie's mum Karen and myself gave ourselves  a congratulatory pat on the backs for perhaps being not the most conventional mums in the whole world, but we still managed to raise good people.

 

Now onto the actual meal. It was in the local gastro pub and as I surveyed the menu yesterday my heart did sink a little bit. What the hell was I going to eat? It was a non carb day and I have rattled on all week about how much I want that half pound for my next award and nothing was going to stop me. Billie's older sister is at uni in Edinburgh and had rung the pub earlier in the day and there was a lovely bottle of cold fizz awaiting us when we sat down. Ok, I thought, a couple of glasses wont hurt me. I then plumped for the steak and specifically said 'no chips' and ordered veg instead. The sneaky bastards had put a blob of butter on the steak which I scraped off and ironically Billie's mum ( the slimmest person I know ) ate the fat off the sirloin.

 

 

Despite the fact chips weren't involved I still had a wonderful time and when the cake was brought out , which M had made the night before it was a magical moment.

 

 

 

And I didn't have a crumb. And it had three layers and a ganache filling.

 

 

 

And I am told it was delicious.

 

I am not being all humbug. I just want to lose this final bit of weight more than I want to eat cake. M being the feeder of the house whips one up most days and they sit and stare at me and it is oh so hard but I cant stop her creativity.

 

I did however, sniff the cake. Fresh air is free.

 

Onwards and downwards.

There WAS no effing storm and I am off to the gym

So I hardy slept a wink last night! You know why? I lay awake listening for the hurricane and I could see the lamppost outside my bedroom window wobbling slightly and I worked out in true geek fashion that if it fell it would come through my window and I would be a goner. I did fall asleep eventually and when I woke up there was nothing to suggest there had been a storm at all. That will be because there wasn't one. No more storm talk please. It's dull.

 

And I went to the gym!

 

I know I know, I am fickle. I am a fool but I went. I didn't actually do anything but I have signed up for my free personal training consultation for Thursday morning. Ironically, the chap that works at the new gym , or the spa as I shall call it from now on, is the same chap that used to work at the old gym that I first signed up with. He laughed when he saw me and I laughed too but he said well done for losing weight and he is lovely and he will train me..........apparently.

 

And for all you cynics out there that think that I am fibbing - well here is a photo of me -

 

 

 IN THE GYM. STOOD IN FRONT OF TREADMILLS AND NEXT TO BIG BALLS.

 

I have no idea what I am going to do with those big balls but I know that by 10.45 am on Thursday I will and it rather excites me.

 

I did go for a swim and it was lovely. The water was warm, it was CLEAN and the Jacuzzi was wonderful and so was the steam room and the sauna.

 

I would also officially like to announce my current love affair with my scales. They were very very nice to me this morning and I am hoping they will continue to be so tomorrow and of course, Wednesday. I want my next shiny sticker and I want it now.

 

M also joined the gym, whoops I mean spa, and she reckons that we are off there tomorrow morning at 8am for an invigorating start to the day. At this precise moment I am up for it but quite how I will feel tomorrow is a different matter. I really need to sleep at some point tonight and am hoping that now the Met Office have calmed the hell down then I will and I will therefore be off and out early to be healthy.

 

The town is rammed again for half term and I have a busy weekend coming up and then it's November and it's the quiet season once more. I have decided the trick with me in order to combat my low spells is to keep busy and I have all sorts of things lined up that will make me smile. Oh and the spa of course.

 

Next big thing is the cake stall. M is experimenting tonight in the kitchen with a blueberry and lemon tray bake. I have said it before and I will say it again - that girl is a feeder and thankfully this time she has a couple of friends round so they too can benefit from her baking and it wont be my fat bum that suffers. Leanne has got a lovely Boden dress to wear on the day and I have a rather gorgeous 'tea dress' that I think will look ok as long as I don't bend too much, breathe a lot and I wear big knickers. I wont have a chance if I actually eat any of the cakes so maybe I will hang it on the outside of my wardrobe alongside minging dress and THAT item of clothing I bought last week.

 

And walking back from the spa I saw the girl fromWarrens the bakers outside shouting 'doughnuts for 50p' at passers by. This is what they do - they flog all of the stuff cheap that cant be eaten tomorrow. I brushed past her hurriedly and then wondered if myself and Leanne will be doing the same thing one week from now outside the Guildhall?

 

I sincerely hope not!