Week 9

Oh yes, very pleased indeed my pretties....  2lbs of fat lost this week despite one night of red wine indulgence which I shall come to later.

I am still enjoying my little trips to the swimming pool and I am still having fun watching the aqua aerobic ladies on a Monday and Friday do their jumpy around thing.  One thing I have noticed, however, during this time is that there are pool staff testing the water PH levels at each of these sessions.  Maybe they believe that 16 ladies of a certain age bouncing around in the water for one hour increases the chances of a sneaky wee in the pool.

So away from the pool but still on the subject of bodily functions, it would appear that I am mainly responsible for providing a new form of entertainment at home for the girls.  Where Beano has been eating, shall we say, healthier leftovers, it has paved the way for his new party trick of ‘snarts’.  After every meal he has acquired the habit of having a sneezing fit and with that now comes the ability to fart at the same time.  Now, I know we shouldn’t laugh and it really is very childish but it is hugely entertaining.  There would have been a time when he would have been so embarrassed but now that his hearing is limited, he is completely unaware of his new talent and we are fairly confident that we can collapse into hysterics without hurting his feelings.

 Do you remember in last weeks blog how I told you how grown up I was by going out to dinner and only having a couple of glasses of wine?  Well you will be pleased to know that this week I am not being so self righteous as I spectacularly crashed and burned on Saturday night.

 We had some close friends and their siblings over for dinner and it all started so well.  Lasagne on the menu with all the garlic bread side bits and salad etc.   I even made myself a low fat Quorn lasagne with cottage cheese.  No, I know what you are thinking.  It actually tasted fine but I must admit it just looked a little bit weird.  Anyway, I steered clear of the garlic bread but decided to make an adult informed decision to have a couple of glasses of red wine. After all, I hadn’t had a glass since being out with the girlies at the beginning of the week.  The fire was lit and after dinner we all sat around in the Christmas ambiance with cheese board until 1 o’clock in the morning.  By this time, and several empty red wine bottles later, I was at the ‘love you’ stage and willing to adopt everybody else’s children. 

Is it just me or does this happen to other people; that if I get myself into a semi vulnerable state then at least one of my children will need me in the middle of the night? Sure enough, after only a couple of hours of sleep, I was rudely awakened by Jess having a nose bleed at 3am.  Somehow, I managed to get myself up, stem the blood flow, pacify and re-bed her while feeling like I was getting a major dose of the Kate Middleton’s.  As the whole situation was a little bit touch and go I decided to spend the rest of the night on the sofa complete with the nurofen and water just to be on the safe side.

Sometime mid morning, I eventually got off the sofa and did the most stupid thing I could ever have done.  I pulled out my bathroom scales and weighed myself just to survey the damage.  So as if I didn’t feel crap enough already, the sight of the scales showing a plus 3lbs immediately put me into a state of despair and very, very grumpy.  Why on earth can it take weeks to lose the weight only for one night of indulgence to put it all back on?  My blood sugar was on the floor and the kitchen (still a devastation zone from the night before) had leftovers and sweets strewn from one end to the other.  It took everything not to fill my face as the cravings hit.  I am still not sure how I managed it but I quickly weighed my cereal, topped it with a large banana, growled at the children and retreated to the sofa where I began to feel a little bit more human. 

As the morning went on, the girls started to bug me about going swimming and as much as every ounce of me wanted to remain cocooned in my own self pity, I agreed.  A short swim would get me out the house and might counteract some of the calories consumed from the night before.  So off to the public pool for, what I thought would be a quick swim.  Twenty minutes in and the lifeguards started removing the lane ropes and pumping up the huge inflatable.  We had inadvertently ended up in the middle of the family fun session.  Not a good place to be with a hangover.  To cut the story short, we ended up staying in the pool for another hour.  Prune like and exhausted I emerged from the pool looking like I had swum the channel with baggy bum and all.  And all I could think about were the 30 children and a handful of adults that I had shared the water with.  Surely at least one of them must have weed in the pool during that hour.  Obviously the Olympic swim session got me back on track and the reading on my scales was a false reading as I still lost my two pounds this week.  Another lesson learned.

So to finish my little chicka dees, my next weigh in is a week on Thursday and if you are around I shall drop you just a little line to let you know how things are going.  Have a brilliant festive break and I hope that the man in the red suits gives you all that is on your Christmas list and that you get to spend time with those special in your life. And for two very special sisters reunited in Canada, may you find comfort in your time together. Have a glass for me. xx

So here we go then my little festive bunnies....nineteen and a half a pound of fat gone and fifty and a half a pound and counting.  Sx