dietdevil: Sometimes you need a bit of nomch.

dietdevil: Sometimes you need a bit of nomch.: So this week has been quite a week. Freddy is less of a man and I am a target member of fat club and I have to say it is quite liberating. ...

Sometimes you need a bit of nomch.

So this week has been quite a week. Freddy is less of a man and I am a target member of fat club and I have to say it is quite liberating. I have eaten more than normal ( all good stuff ) I only want to see scales on a Wednesday and I fitted a new skirt yesterday that I never thought I would. This is all new to me.

 

Heck, I may even throw some carbs into my meals on Tuesday I am so chilled, and of course anyone that knows me will laugh at this bit as I am rarely chilled at all.

 

Last night was a night out with the quiz geeks and we won! I managed to say 'James Blunt' instead of 'Morecambe and Wise' but I did get 'Newquay' and 'Ben Kinglsey'. I really think my skill lies with writing quizzes as opposed to playing them and there was rather too much sport for my liking.

 

And my new hair is holding up. I even managed to make it look relatively respectable for last night. When I left the house it was damp ( the weather, not my hair ) and  when I left the pub to come home it was torrential rain but luckily, the mature gentleman of our team, Pat, leant me his scarf to wrap around my head to save my straight locks turning into a Diana Ross fro. And today has been no better. Just when we got used to a bit of sunshine, the gale force winds and the unrelenting wet is back. We in St Ives do not like this.

 

Tonight is one of those days when I need some good old fashioned stodge so I am cooking that Cornish favourite - raw fry. I made it last week and it proved very popular and so am doing it again this evening. Washed down with a cheeky glass of merlot and I think it will be perfect. I love food and contrary to what some may think as I am always on a 'diet' that I may eat only lettuce but I don't. I seriously adore nothing better than a nice meal in my belly and something nice to wash it down with, it's just all about finding different ways to cook things and being able to adapt favourite recipes so they are kinder to your hips.

 

And that is basically all there is to it. And all that is left for me to do is to enjoy this.......and yes, it tastes nicer than it looks!

 

 

Cheers!

 

dietdevil: I got a shiny pin thing and then I ate a burger.

dietdevil: I got a shiny pin thing and then I ate a burger.: So at approximately 9.32 am on Wednesday February 26th 2014 I got to target at Slimming World. They had run out of certificates but I got a...

I got a shiny pin thing and then I ate a burger.

So at approximately 9.32 am on Wednesday February 26th 2014 I got to target at Slimming World. They had run out of certificates but I got a nice shiny pin.

 

 

The defining moment was actually quite underwhelming. I hopped on and the numbers flashed at me and I filled up a little bit but slim people are always a bit flaky aren't they?

 

Anyway , enough of that - I want to talk about our grand day out.

 

The sun was shining in Camborne and I have to say there is a LOT of charity shops there. We rifled through them all and Leanne bought 2 pie dishes, a lemon squeezer that has now broken and I bought a nice Next top. I wanted to buy a bright pink jacket but was dissuaded. The pound shops were fantastic and I have to say that this is something that St Ives is definitely missing. A Shake and Vac, 2 lots of nice hair conditioner, 2 packets of smash and a feather duster - all for £6 - ansum!

 

And then it was lunch at Birdies Bistro on the Hayle Estuary. I had only heard good things about the place and today I certainly wasn't disappointed. Light , airy and contemporary , great service ,  even better food and 2 very naughty glasses of wine and an even naughtier slice of carrot cake for puddy and it was perfect.

 

Tomorrow is a new week and I am going to continue eating how I have since September. I cant see the point in changing anything and of course I now don't have to pay and I am allowed to go 3 pounds either side of my target weight. It is all new territory for me and I shall chug on as before. If I lose a little bit more weight then I may drop my target but for the moment I am going to enjoy being where I am. I will never be a stick and I think half the battle is accepting that we are all different builds and shapes and sizes, and we must be happy that no two of us are the same.

 

Onwards and, oh, yes , the same.

 

 

 

dietdevil: We can all get the chop and bring it on Cambruth! ...

dietdevil: We can all get the chop and bring it on Cambruth! ...: So Freddy is now minus his crown jewels. He isn't looking very happy, but I wasn't too happy either when the first thing he did on ...

We can all get the chop and bring it on Cambruth! Or Redborne!

So Freddy is now minus his crown jewels. He isn't looking very happy, but I wasn't too happy either when the first thing he did on his return from the vets was to try and bite Mutley. I am giving him a few days to work those nasty male hormones out of his post anaesthetic body and if he continues to behave in such a way then it is on to Plan B. I want my animals ( and myself ) to be happy and at this precise moment I do not want to discuss it any more.

 

And as tomorrow is Wednesday and I am virtually carb free and therefore a little bit hysterical and am clutching at the proverbial straws in a hopeful attempt to get to target - I decide to come out in sympathy with Freddy and I have also had the chop. My frizz and unruly mop has gone and I think I look very sensible. I am also hoping that what came off weighed one and a half pounds.......

 

 

And tomorrow I am a little bit excited regardless of whether I lose or not. I am off up Camborne and Redruth with Leanne. We are taking austerity measures to the extreme and are raiding the  charity shops. We have been told that those  shops up that end of Cornwall are much much more refined than the ones in St Ives. Speaking of which I am going to have a mini rant.

 

I have given all of my fat clothes to the BHF shop round the corner which is quite ironic really. I go in there quite a lot as I decide to throw yet  another bag full of tents out and I have to say that the 'staff' are ridiculously miserable.

 

Yes I know it's a voluntary job and yes I know that you probably meet some right types in there ( me ) but FOR GOD'S SAKE - SMILE!

 

Anyway, back to my spiritual home of Cambruth/Redborne - we are also going to go to the pound shops as this is another thing that St Ives is sadly lacking. I really want to buy 18 packets of noodles for a quid and Leanne is apparently after Pyrex. My friend Debbie reckons that we will be amazed at the bargains and I am hoping for some Boden or Monsoon.

 

And I hosted the quiz last night at Morvah. It was a lovely night. I got a thank you bottle of wine but I also got a whopping big quiz book which made my tummy churn with a geek type pleasure a bit. There was also lots of nude paintings of vaginas behind where I was standing and I think I showed my immaturity by giggling. It was funny though.

 

Quiet night in tonight. Shenanigans tomorrow and I have to fit in DAY TWO of my quest to run 5k. I could walk today which was a plus and I am almost looking forward to pounding the sands of Porthmeor again. We are lunching out after our bargain bonanza so I will need to run that little bit faster. ...but there again my lack of hair wont weigh me down.

 

Fingers crossed for tomorrow folks. I am trying to be all cool and not stamp my feet too much.

 

dietdevil: Oh my - Fifty Shades of Pink

dietdevil: Oh my - Fifty Shades of Pink: So I ran. Oh yes I did and I was like the wind. Ok it was more of a gentle breeze mingled with some heavy breathing but I did exactly what ...

Oh my - Fifty Shades of Pink

So I ran. Oh yes I did and I was like the wind. Ok it was more of a gentle breeze mingled with some heavy breathing but I did exactly what the American man said on the phone app.

 

There was a point when he said 'hey you're helfwayyyyyy' through that I wanted to smash the phone and my head against the nearest rock but I obviously didn't. That would be silly.

 

We couldn't have picked a nicer location and day to start -  

 

 

And I have to say that this BEFORE picture captures my fresh faced innocence and enthusiasm perfectly.

 

 

Anyway, we warmed up, we ran , we walked, we ran , we walked, we ran - I think you get the picture and I am proud to announce that I managed to do it all which was something I definitely couldn't do last September. I am not sure if I have to go tomorrow or it is a rest day but according to the fancy app I will be running 5k in 8 weeks. As an imperial child, I have no idea how far 5k is but I am not holding my breath about it. LOL.

 

There are no after pictures. Suffice to say that my Northumbrian freckled and slightly pale tones turned various shades of pink and I was glistening in the after glow of exercise.

 

I am very proud of myself .

 

Oh and M started working at the local organic trendy burger joint last week and I have been subjected to every burger known to man being brought home and munched in front of me.

 

And for this reason , and because I am athletic, I am having a homemade burger and chips for dinner.

 

All low fat of course.

 

 

 

 

dietdevil: Run for the sun.........

dietdevil: Run for the sun.........: So my gear is laid out. The app is ready. There is no stopping me.   I am going tomorrow morning at approximately 09.15 hours. It will ...

Run for the sun.........

So my gear is laid out. The app is ready. There is no stopping me.

 

I am going tomorrow morning at approximately 09.15 hours. It will be the beach. I know it's harder to run on sand ( ooh get me ) but the view will be lush and I refuse to run around town. I do have a little self respect, just not very much.

 

And who remembers the minging dress? The orange effort that I was going to fit at Christmas?

 

Well it's still not fitting but it does nearly  and I looked at myself in it and I basically looked rank. I refuse to donate it to the BHF just yet and I shall persevere.

 

M went out for a drive today in the car and was so nervous that it was almost sweet. Unfortunately due to the high winds one of the 'L' plates blew off the car an I think she was quite relieved. Her older sister passed after only 5 months and I think she is hoping to do the same, which leaves just over 3 months until she does it. And I really hope she does do it because if she doesn't then it will be World War 3 here. I didn't pass my test until I was 38 and I always wanted to ensure that both the girls weren't older learners.

 

I have had another day ( and hopefully the last day ) of Freddie behaving like a cross between Kevin and Perry and Rambo. He will be over that vets tomorrow morning before I can say 'plums' and I am praying that this operation will do the trick.

 

And I am quite looking forward to the week ahead too. Catching up with friends, quizzing, lunch out, getting my roots done and last but not least - maybe being a fat club target member. I have already said that I think this last 1.5 pounds will come off an ounce at a time and I hope my impatience doesn't make me turn to pies. Mmm pies.

 

And then it will be March and then it will be nearly Easter. Doesn't time fly? I think we are all ready for some lovely spring sunshine on our skin. I know I certainly am as I am sick of being wet and white and miserable looking. I basically want my freckles back as they distract from my wrinkles.

 

There will be photos tomorrow - before and after.

 

I am sure you all cant wait.

dietdevil: Cake, Couch and Cauliflower.....and will 1.5 pound...

dietdevil: Cake, Couch and Cauliflower.....and will 1.5 pound...: So I had some of the cake. I don't think Mary Berry or Mr Kipling have anything to worry about. I had it with sweetened quark plopped o...

Cake, Couch and Cauliflower.....and will 1.5 pounds make me look different?

So I had some of the cake. I don't think Mary Berry or Mr Kipling have anything to worry about. I had it with sweetened quark plopped on the top and I had it for breakfast. And why not?  I was feeling a little continental.

 

I took some up to Leanne and she gave me a bowl of rogan josh and rice and for this I needed naan bread and it just so happens I saw a recipe for 'bread' last night on Facebook which involves -

 

Cauliflower

Eggs

Herbs

Onion

Cheese

A bloody miracle

 

It is now in my oven. I didn't pulse the boiled  cauliflower enough and there is a stalk of it sticking up in the middle, almost like a vegetable erection. I am an optimist when it comes to food though so I am crossing everything that it tastes better than it looks.

 

I have also downloaded the couch to 5k app back onto my iPhone and starting Monday I am going to do it. I started last September but life got in the way a bit and I only went twice and I deleted the app and got one about BMI instead. I am going to the beach ( again ) to do it and am going with Leanne ( again ) to do it but as I am a lot lighter than a few months ago I am hoping that I can actually run without wearing 2 bras and wheezing after a few yards. It will give any dog walkers and people enjoying a coffee with a view something to laugh at. There will be photos.

 

And I was thinking today about my last elusive 1.5 pounds.

 

Will that amount of weight really make me look any different?

It will mean that I don't have to pay to go to fat club any more but I cant work out which part of my body it will disappear from. IF I could choose it would be my tummy. I quite like my boobs and my arms and legs and I am scared of scraggy neck syndrome so the belly would be the obvious place. I am never going to have a washboard stomach on account of the fact that I have had kids and I would like to point out that M was an absolute whopper and 17 years on it still brings tears to my eyes thinking about it . But beggars cant be choosers and IF that last bit does go then unfortunately I will have to be happy about where it goes from.

 

And on a final note. Young Freddy my baby springer will be losing a couple of pounds himself on Monday. He is booked in for the removal of his crown jewels. I have told him all about it and he looked a bit worried but I'm afraid that he has become a little aggressive towards Mutley and we need to get rid of some of the testosterone. It has caused a lot of arguments in my house but I have put my foot down. The richest vet in Cornwall has said to bring him over by 8.30 and hopefully when he is licking his wounds he will realise there is a consequence to his actions.

 

Poor Freddy. It will hurt me a lot more than it will hurt him.

 

 

dietdevil: Quizzes, Quinoa and Queen Victoria.

dietdevil: Quizzes, Quinoa and Queen Victoria.: So I lost another half on Wednesday. I have one and a half to lose and this is going to take for ever. It's a 'weighting' game!...

Quizzes, Quinoa and Queen Victoria.

So I lost another half on Wednesday. I have one and a half to lose and this is going to take for ever. It's a 'weighting' game!

 

I am not eating any differently and have no intention of cutting back on anything so I may always be that pound and a half away but there again it may just drop off one week when I least expect it. Dieting keeps you on your toes and there is always that air of anticipation even when it's not a Wednesday.

 

One of the ladies from fat club has made a carrot cake using quinoa.

 

Quinoa is my new favourite word.

 

I rang the health food shop and asked if they had any 'KWINOWAAAA' and the lovely Kat that runs it said 'Liz, it's pronounced 'KEEENWAAAAH' and I now have a box of it in my cupboard and a cake made of it has come out of my oven. The thing is I don't really like cake that much but I'm up for anything food related and cant wait to try it. Leanne has made a lamb rogan josh for tomorrow and I am swapping some of THE cake for some and I cant help but think that I have the longer straw this time.

 

And last night was the quiz. I was the quiz mistress to the same two teams as last week and a good laugh was had by all. I thought I would limit myself to 3 double vodkas but then we sat around chatting afterwards and 2 further vodkas sneaked their way down my throat and by the time I got home at just after midnight I thought to myself - ''ooh tomorrow I may have a headache''

 

But I didn't and the sun has shone quite a bit in  between the rain today and I worked a bit, saw a couple of people that I hadn't seen for a while and they marvelled at the lack of thigh size on me and I blushed a bit but secretly loved it.

 

And I have nothing to say about Queen Victoria, I just needed another Q so the title of the blog flowed nicely. I don't like the royal family so I probably wouldn't have liked her either and I always think she looks quite grumpy. If I was the queen I would be laughing all day long.

 

I have a few nice plans for next week. Yet another quiz at my rural spiritual home of Morvah, a day out with Leanne doing charity shops, discount stores and then lunch on the estuary and then another quiz and then it will be March and I may, just may get an extra special fat club certificate and Redruth band may, just may come and serenade me.

 

Fingers crossed.

 

dietdevil: Even the birds are singing and I will make them fi...

dietdevil: Even the birds are singing and I will make them fi...: So last night was rough. My house wobbled, the country held its' breath and only silly people went out in it.   Today? Well today i...

Even the birds are singing and I will make them fit.

So last night was rough. My house wobbled, the country held its' breath and only silly people went out in it.

 

Today? Well today is beautiful! Absolutely stunning.

 

 

It is still a bit chilly but most importantly it is dry and I even heard the birds sing. And I am finally  starting to feel better after the horrible virus that I have had all week.

 

Now onto the subject that this blog was originally intended for.

 

My ever present weight loss journey.

 

I have lost about half a stone in the last month and all of a sudden everybody seems to have noticed. I like the compliments but I also do have the humility to blush a little. My jeans that I didn't fit a couple of months back are now hanging from my bum and my friend Lisa ( another serial dieter like myself ) has given me a pair of jeans in the next size down. This, as any dieter will know,  is a big thing.

 I have tried them on. They do up but I need to lose a little bit more before I can wear them with confidence. They are now hanging on the front of my wardrobe next to the minging dress that I was going to wear at Christmas but decided that I will never fit ever  and even if I did it was too minging to enjoy anyway.

 

This jeans will fit. I am not quite sure when but I have got my determined head on again which is good.

 

So as the news seems to be dominated by 'EXTREME WEATHER' bulletins St Ives is currently basking and the influx of visitors to the town for half term should be a fairly happy influx.

 

I am crossing my fingers and looking at the jeans and digging out some new fat club recipes to keep me inspired. Hell, I may even weed my front garden.

 

Onwards and downwards.

 

dietdevil: Bottoms up - another 2 gone..........

dietdevil: Bottoms up - another 2 gone..........: So I lost 2 more!     I got my 2 and a half stone certificate and this means I have lost 5 stone 3 all together. I still feel washe...

dietdevil: Bottoms up - another 2 gone..........

dietdevil: Bottoms up - another 2 gone..........: So I lost 2 more!     I got my 2 and a half stone certificate and this means I have lost 5 stone 3 all together. I still feel washe...

dietdevil: Bottoms up - another 2 gone..........

dietdevil: Bottoms up - another 2 gone..........: So I lost 2 more!     I got my 2 and a half stone certificate and this means I have lost 5 stone 3 all together. I still feel washe...

dietdevil: Bottoms up - another 2 gone..........

dietdevil: Bottoms up - another 2 gone..........: So I lost 2 more!     I got my 2 and a half stone certificate and this means I have lost 5 stone 3 all together. I still feel washe...

Bottoms up - another 2 gone..........

So I lost 2 more!

 

 

I got my 2 and a half stone certificate and this means I have lost 5 stone 3 all together. I still feel washed out but I am happy. In 2 pounds time I will be at the target weight I have set myself and I will still be a curvy girl - just a LOT less curvier than I was so it's all good.

 

No amount of dieting will give me small boobs and school boy hips and I have to come to terms with that and be proud of what I have accomplished.

 

Now as I am a very British person I am going to talk about the weather.

 

The weather is crap.

 

There, I have said all am I am saying as it's frankly too depressing to dwell on.

 

So how is my week ahead looking at the moment?

 

Well Friday is the beginning of half term and that therefore means the visitors return to St Ives. I am guessing that a few may not make it due to the awful driving conditions but we are still all systems go here.

 

M is off to London with her friend on Saturday. She is 17 and her friend is 16 and I am not going to worry about it at all. They are spreading their wings and that's what us parents should let them do. Of course, I am going to be a wreck but I want both my kids to experience life and to do this then I must block out any what ifs. I remember when H went to uni 3 years ago and I would feel sick inventing all sorts of scenarios but she is now a grown up and capable woman that can live on her own and cook a meal without blowing up the house etc and that is what I have to remember.

 

And a final word about Gill - one year gone and if she was here today she would have some very strong opinion about all the wind and the rain. I miss hearing her laugh and stroking her dogs and having our general day to day moans. One good thing that has arisen in the last year ? I have got to know her husband Mike so much better and until now I didn't realise what a funny and wonderful man he is. We talk about Gill lots and laugh at what she would do in various situations, so even if she is not here, then her spirit most definitely is.

 

dietdevil: Not that I'm one to moan but..................

dietdevil: Not that I'm one to moan but..................: So the lurgy came and found me and has been with me for 2 days now. I am as weak as a kitten and my neck has gone scraggy. All food makes m...

Not that I'm one to moan but..................

So the lurgy came and found me and has been with me for 2 days now. I am as weak as a kitten and my neck has gone scraggy. All food makes me feel sick and I am hungry. Red wine is my only comfort and it is fat club tomorrow and I may pass out at the scales. If I don't lose even an ounce then I may have a bit of a tantrum, so if any of my Redruth buddies are reading this - you have been warned!

 

And yet another day of rain and cold and wind which is par for the course now. The sun has been out for most of the day, but as soon as you get lulled into that false sense of security and think 'I may go out' then the sky goes dark and all apocalyptic. It needs to be spring and then it needs to be summer.

 

On a lighter note I have given away more fat clothes to the BHF. This now means that I have hardly any clothes yet but some of the local fat people have got some lovely stuff. One of the phrases at fat club is NSV which means 'non scales victories' and this is what it's all about. We are encouraged to measure ourselves and even if we have not lost on the scales then there may be a cheeky inch or two less of  a part of our body and that is good! My waist and hips have gone down considerably and my ample chest is still ample but seeing as I am going to Cardiff to see Dolly Parton in June with Leanne, then this look will work well.

M made soup tonight and it is delicious and I think it may be just what the lurgy doctor ordered. I know there was cream involved but in the grand scheme of things I don't think it will make a difference to any weight loss tomorrow. At least I hope not.

And on a more sensitive  note - tomorrow is a year since my lovely neighbour Gill and her 3 dogs died. I will shed a little tear for her and I will have a few minutes silence for her and tomorrow night I will raise a glass with her family and friends in her memory. A wonderful lady, taken tragically and too soon and one that we all miss so much.

But life goes on and I for one will am proud to be part of her life celebration and if I could say one thing to her it would be ''Hello Granny Spaniel - can I borrow your tin opener?''

dietdevil: Singed gammon, Hibernating and dodgy cakes.

dietdevil: Singed gammon, Hibernating and dodgy cakes.: So the weather is still rubbish. I am like a caged beast. I keep revving up the energy to go out and then it pours down and my nose is drip...

Singed gammon, Hibernating and dodgy cakes.

So the weather is still rubbish. I am like a caged beast. I keep revving up the energy to go out and then it pours down and my nose is dripping and I have huge bags under my eyes and I am a bit fed up......

 

I am still being good in the dietary sense though. One of the ladies at fat club makes a delicious pulled pork dish and me being me decided to do it with a joint of gammon instead. I was so engrossed in my book that it was rather well done and pulling it apart with 2 forks was no mean feat as a lot of it was black and crispy. We still all ate it though, but no comment was passed. An awkward silence sort of hung in the air.

 

I also made a cake that involved pineapples and chickpeas. It was rather gross but beggars cant be choosers and I ate it smothered with a vanilla yogurt to mask the bland taste. I should really know better shouldn't I? I don't even like cakes that much but these fat club ones are a lot less fattening than the full monty - but I am sure that the full monty ones taste nicer......or even nice!

 

The book I was engrossed in is this and it is fantastic! I have now decided it is one of my favourite books ever and I cant stop rattling on about it. Of course, now that I have finished, I must get down to the business of reading the one for book group, which is this for any of you that may want to read along too. I have had a bit of a mental block recently with the book group books in that I haven't really bonded with any of them. It's nothing personal, they just haven't been my cuppa tea but I am hoping that this one may re-kindle my mojo! < --- Did you all see what I did there?

 

Tomorrow, provided that my I can plug my nose up, I am going running with Leanne. She seems to have some sort of 30 day plan for us and I think we are going to be planking on the sand as well. My shorts, vest and trainers are all out and ready and looking at me and I am nervous. After that, I have a funeral to go to and then maybe a quiz tomorrow and then out Tues, Wed and Thurs too so I really don't have time at the moment for this being poorly malarkey.

 

Oh, and I also had my poem broadcast on the radio! I must admit I did feel a little flutter of pride and without being big headed, some of the other stuff wasn't good............is that a bad thing to say or is it just an overload of chickpeas talking?

 

Who know?

dietdevil: Things that fit, my fluttering eye and the things ...

dietdevil: Things that fit, my fluttering eye and the things ...: So the upside to losing weight is dragging things out of the bottom drawer and trying it on and it fitting - perfectly.   My problem i...

Things that fit, my fluttering eye and the things you agree when you are drunk........

So the upside to losing weight is dragging things out of the bottom drawer and trying it on and it fitting - perfectly.

 

My problem is that I am an impulse buyer and I have a LOT of stuff with labels on that I haven't been able to squeeze my fat arse in until now. For example, we have -

 

1. A stiff floral skirt

2. A lovely little white top that my chest is never going to decently  fit - ever.

3. Some rather chic black capri pants that are still tight but I can do them up.

4. Other stuff that I don't want to talk about.

 

Since the giving away of my scales I have been on this diet like a tramp on a sandwich. There is no pressure any more. I lost half a pound this week and I technically have 4 more to lose until I get to my target and get a sash and a badge and there is a fanfare of trumpets etc. Not quite sure what I do when I am at target because I will have nothing to aim for, apart from maybe being able to move /sit down / breathe in the aforementioned capri pants. We all need a goal don't we?

 

I am also stressed! I do not want to explain why - it's actually rather boring but this stress has given me a twitch in my right eye. It flutters and it flicks and I can see it doing it. I am the proverbial twitchy thin woman. I never twitched when I was fat, or if I did I was too busy enjoying a pie to notice. I need to weigh this up - are hip bones really worth it if you have a facial contortion??

 

And yes, it is still vile weather here. I am fed up with being wet and cold. My skin is pallid and I want to wear my flip flops. I went shopping today at the commercial mecca of Hayle and got soaked just from going from car to shop. My nose is constantly running and if you add that to the twitch then it isn't pleasant.

 

Now on to alcohol!

 

I have done many things throughout my life that have been fuelled by the over consumption of alcohol.

 

 Many Many things BUT never have I agreed to jump out of a plane and nearly die.

 

 Debbie and I are doing this in September.

 

 I don't want to do it. I am scared of heights. Bugger charity, I am bricking myself. Her boyfriend has given us £100 already and we haven't even booked it. I phoned to enquire  and a gentle voiced lady said ''oh I am sure you'll be fine '' as I shrieked hysterically down the line. I bet she had a right laugh about us on her coffee break. It is 7 months away and we need to set a date as apparently people are 'breaking their necks' to go ahead and book, and yes, that is the phrase she used.

 

Before that I have Dolly to see, H to graduate and then Robbie at the O2. These will be my happy thoughts as I plummet quickly.

 

And as I will still be a target member of fat club then I will be no doubt looking just fabulous in my jumpsuit.............I am sure there is one somewhere in my bottom drawer. x

dietdevil: I want my scales back and I am going to be on the ...

dietdevil: I want my scales back and I am going to be on the ...: So since my last blog I have given my scales away , had a birthday, and oh yes.............one of my poems is going to be on the radio!  ...

I want my scales back and I am going to be on the radio and I dont care how many people I tell.......

So since my last blog I have given my scales away , had a birthday, and oh yes.............one of my poems is going to be on the radio!

 

I will explain the scales bit first.

 

I have said many a time on here and basically to anyone that will listen that I am a hopper on and off. I get up, I hop on, I hop off, I have a wee, I hop back on, I hop off, I clean my teeth, I hop back on. I have cheeky little hops ons through the day, I hop on at night and if I wake for a wee through the night, I hop on then too. This is doing me no good as the only scales I should really pay any attention to are the official ones at fat club. I gave my scales to a very nice lady called Angela.

 

I want them back.

 I want them back now.

I am weighing tomorrow totally 'blind' and have no indication as to what those bad boys will say in the morning and quite frankly, this is unsettling me.

 

I told Angela when I gave them to her not to let me have them back no matter how much begging and pleading I did and I think tomorrow there will be a LOT of that. I am a mess without them.

 

My birthday was good though. I am now 46, which I think is a bit too close to 50 for my liking but I am not going to stress about it. I got given some lovely gifts and huge amounts of alcohol, which of course after Saturday, I could drink again. My moderation amazed even me! I didn't drink loads and I didn't get drunk. My nose went heavy and I felt very tired but I am sure I behaved myself as much as can be expected. I haven't really had a drink since then and all my numerous bottles are all sat looking at me. It's odd - I know I can have them if I want but I am not sure I actually want them at the moment................

 

And the bestest news from the last few days was from Source FM,  a local ( ish ) radio station that is going to play one of my poems on its' show on Friday evening. I had to tell them a bit about myself and I said something which I thought was quite arty farty like 'yeah I like to observe people and I am lucky to have a lot of diverse people in my life which I take my material from'. I refrained from saying 'luvvy' at the end and the recording I have done is a bit cringey but we all have to start somewhere. The poem they picked was one I wrote a couple of weeks ago and in case any of you haven't read it - here it is..........

 

 

 

A Different Hat

So all the people that you encounter...
Throughout the course of humdrum days
As you rush to work, or dash round shops
With the odd child attached stickily to your hand
Some may intrigue
Some may be bland
But behind the masks of normality
Do you ever
Stop and question
That
Some may wear a different hat?

Those happy souls with smiles attached
To glowing faces
May in fact
Sit quietly when there’s no one there
May only hear their own despair
May stare at walls
Or gaze at screens
Or breathe in violent curdled screams

And those so quiet
And just ignored
We imagine sit there prim and bored
But what if they , yes, really them,
Entertain some gentlemen
Engage in drinking, swinging , drugs,
Or sip cheap dark rum from china mugs
And that grey man upon the train?
By night he may just inflict pain
On someone tied onto his bed
He cracks whips while she gives head
Behind each cranny and every nook
There’s many hats on many hooks
Of normal people just like us
That want to blend, not make a fuss
But never underestimate your observations
Of people’s lives
And complications
Never think all’s as it seems
Never think well that is that
For with us all, within our dreams
We can all sometimes wear a different hat

 

Of course since then I have had complete writers block but by writing today's blog I am easing myself in gently................darling.