Week 15

Zip- A- Dee -Doo -Dah, Zip- A- Dee -Ay...My, Oh My, Lost A Pound To-day!  Welcome to another week my little chicka dees.  Just, one more pound away from two stones now.  Can you believe it?  Shoes are easier to put on, steps are easier to climb and it is not such an effort to pick things up off the floor, (including myself).  All good and I am starting to get a few positive comments from people who haven't seen me for a while. 

So a busy week in the woodentops household including a birthday party for ten little people with a sleepover, plus my Grandad’s 92^nd Birthday (no sleepover) and another family dinner at our local pub.  Good lord, my little diet buddies, talk about dodging the bullets this week. It could have been a very messy weigh-in. I nominated myself as a non drinking driver to the away events and even though my mind and body were craving alcohol after the children’s party at home, I managed to abstain.  This, quite frankly, is more than can be said for Daddy who was downing his second beer as the last non sleepover child left the building.

So what else has been going on this week?  The rugby, oh yes yummy.  England off to a flying start chaps.  All that testosterone, massive thighs caked in mud and lovely short, shorts.  Real men, getting down and dirty and not flinching at the odd dislocation or occasional blood loss.  Hurrah for the Six Nations.  I say hurrah!  And in contrast, on the other side of the pond...... the Super Bowl boys were also in full flow, all dressed in shoulder pads and leggings with energy saving spotlight bulbs.

Did I mention that I have acquired a minibus license?  This is for the benefit of the school and not for organising party nights out in Guildford.  Although, saying that, I am CRB checked and licensed to carry small children which should put me in very good stead to carry all members of my friends and family.

Moving on to something completely different - Self -Service check-outs in supermarkets. Before we even discuss the complexity of scanning five items that are bar-coded, from the basket into the carrier bag without sustaining any interruptions or penalties, let us talk about ‘that’ female voice. It is, without question, the most irritating voice of all time and in need of a change. Replace her immediately with the voice of a four year old, a person on helium or a man with a soft Irish accent, anything!  That way when I have an ‘oonexpected oiytum in de baggage area, too be shure’ it wont whip me up into a supermarket frenzy.  I would really; really like to know what the record is for getting a clear run at the self service check-out.  How many items have you ever managed to scan and bag without having to rescan, enter manually, ask for assistance, remove or re-place the item in the baggage area, before an ever willing assistant comes bouncing to your aid?  Maybe, just maybe as an incentive, they should think about emulating the ‘Top Gear’ lap challenge but instead of timed laps do the highest number of groceries successfully bagged and paid for without interruption or assistance. 

So I have still not managed to mount my bike yet and rumour has it the snow is coming again so I may have to make a monumental effort to go to the gym and at least get on a bike so my bottom knows what it is.  I fear that my bike challenge in June is going to come around very soon indeed.  For goodness sake, stop the clock.  We are in February already.

So marching forwards my wonderful support system, twenty seven pounds weight loss to date, forty three pounds and counting. Sx