Week 7

2lbs off, oh yes and another shiny sticker and certificate.  This time it wasn’t for a half stone milestone but for slimmer of the Month!

Well, it was with slight trepidation that I mounted the scales this evening as last Friday presented me with the very best of Birthday celebrations.  A fabulous lunch with seven wonderful girlie friends followed by a very grown up, dinner with my family.  Good food, Champagne and beautiful wine, and possibly the slightest of hangovers thereafter and I still managed to lose 2lbs.  It just goes to show that even with a day of over indulging that it is still possible to lose the weight.  Unfortunately, due to slightly over indulging, one member of our party did slightly over do it and had a touch of the Kate Middleton’s.  No they didn’t end up pregnant, you know what I mean.  Also, following my obsession to create a National Helium Day last week, it was only fitting that as responsible parents and grandparents we made full use of my four birthday helium balloons and showed the children how it was done.    

On a slightly more serious note though, the day after the day before I really struggled to keep to the diet.  My blood sugar was all over the place and come to think of it, so was my head.  Cravings like you will never believe.  For the first time in weeks I was back on the edge of a destructive blood sugar cycle again as my body was craving more of the same and I found that quite scary.  It took everything, including a grumpy mood and a very early night to get back in control. Ooh danger zone definitely.

Following the evening of celebrations, our bottle recycling box was looking much healthier again.  Our bi-monthly collection took place this morning and it may have been my imagination but I am sure boys had a spring in their step again believing that normal karma has returned to our household as, once again, the bottles out numbered the jars.

Bucket list update. Well always one to make the most of an opportunity.  As you know at reaching a loss of 14lbs, my bucket list reward to me was a treatment at old thorns county health club.  Well, clearly, as I am not a selfish person, I stretched this bucket reward slightly to incorporate Mums Birthday treat from last year.   So now I have booked a full spa night away with my Sister and Mum in January. Because we are worth it darlings.

On Monday I forgot to take my towel to the pool.  As the pool is part of the health club, they have lovely white, crisp towels that they can lend to members for such an occasion.  When I explained my plight to the young lady at reception, she very kindly offered me not only one, but two towels.  How generous I thought, one to wrap myself in and one for my hair.  That was until I opened them.  They were both the size of hand towels and most definitely not big enough to cover any part of my modesty at any angle.  Whilst I was struggling coming out of the shower another lady also commented on how small the towels were and how she was thankful that she had lost two stone at slimming world otherwise she would have been baring all.  I look forward to the day when I can make both sides meet.  A good measure for the weight loss.

Do you remember me talking about our clothes drier which is sitting in our back room which seconds up as a cross trainer?  Well, apparently, our maintenance department had to move it the other day and discovered that it is mysteriously missing an important bolt which means that we cannot use it safely for anything other than drying washing on for the time being.  A travesty.

With the weather getting so cold this week, I seem to be forever on at my girls about looking after their guinea pig.  Constant reminders of hay, water, food and cleaning out that I am fed up with my own voice.  The usual threats of it will be re-homed and there will be no other animals if they do not look after her etc were again falling on deaf ears, or so I thought, until Jess came back from her piano lesson.  She said that they were not ‘that’ bad at looking after the guinea pig compared to Suzanne, her piano teacher.  Slightly perplexed I asked her to explain further.  It transpired that Suzanne, was also fed up with asking her children to clean out their guinea pigs and in a mad rush one day set about it herself.  She lifted out the boxed bed where the guinea pigs like to hide and put it out in the run.  She then proceeded to scoop out all the loose soiled newspaper and hay.  Having finished the clearing out process she went to retrieve the guinea pigs from the run to put back in their hutch, only to discover that there was only one in there.  A frantic look around the garden led her back to the hutch.  Following the noise of a faint squeak she found the rather stressed missing guinea pig sitting in amongst the dirty newspapers in the wheelie bin.

Last week I indicated that it would be wonderful if at least one member of our family, other than me, could change a toilet roll once in a while instead of piling up the empty rolls like Jenga on the dispenser. Clearly I underestimated the ability of one member of our family who may not have shown an interest in the toilet rolls but has discovered how much fun it is to put more that one blue loo down the loo at any one time.  Our upstairs toilet bowl is so dark it now looks like the black hole of Calcutta. 

So my wonderful friends, can you believe it?  Sixteen and one half a pound of fat gone forever.  Fifty three and one half a pound and counting. Sx