Week 16

My first commando weigh- in.  Complimented by a non under wired bra, no watch, no jewellery, no breakfast, two loo stops, thin socks, very light cheap leggings and a lightweight top. And the scales were very kind, only ½lb on and delighted.  That may sound a little bit like madness but actually after a wonderful weekend of celebrating hubbies Birthday with the family in Gloucester it could have been a lot more, and believe you me, it used to be

In 16 weeks I have only gained twice.  Once I gained a 1lb and now, this week I add to that a ½lb.  Probably if I had a third loo stop before my weigh in this morning it might have been a maintenance rather that a gain.  Anyway, my Birthday, Christmas, a week’s holiday abroad and now hubbies Birthday have all been across this period of time so, actually, I am still feeling very much in control.  I really want to storm that two stone barrier though, just to get through it, or over it, and on to the next marker.  That means I need to lose 1½ lb.  There are no big celebrations on the horizon this week so hopefully I will not need to resort to removing my nail varnish, plus all of my clothing for the scales to show in my favour at my weigh in next week.

So the great thing about getting together with a large family is the fact that you can always come away with a story or two or a mountain of ammunition, depending on which way you look at it.  Our weekend can be summarised thus; two asthma attacks, one of which attached itself to a chest infection and came with a complimentary visit to Gloucester Royal, one ripped dog ear, an introduction to a top shelf women’s magazine and a fairly new boyfriend (not mine) who despite covering several thousand miles, never actually made it for the celebrations.  So, asthma family members much better thanks to drugs and steam treatment, Beano not required to go to minor injuries for his ear despite splattered blood loss across the carpet and the kitchen, and Mr D with his amazing work ethic and still travelling around the country with every hope he will make it for the Easter family get together.  Maybe we should get his arm tattooed with a fedex barcode and then they could scan and forward him if he becomes too tired to drive. And as far as the top shelf magazine is concerned; Oh my goodness!  During a quiet moment I foraged for some easy reading and decided to scan through my very young niece’s (aged nearly 22) copy of cosmopolitan. Good lord, forget about ‘Fifty Shades’, it talks about everything, and I mean everything.  I started to read an article...if your man is short and fat or if your man is long and slim the best ways to make love are.... I thought they were talking generally about overall physiques not appendages!  For heavens sake, I was brought up with copies of Jackie magazine where they were even careful to describe how to kiss a boy and then how to sew a heart shaped cushion.  That was enough to feed our imaginary brains – I have to say though I caught on to the kissing bit pretty quickly although the sewing has always presented a challenge. I am also led to believe that one can subscribe to said magazine with Tesco Club Card Reward Points, so the kids might have to wait just a little bit longer for their Thorpe Park season tickets.

So not quite at the two stone milestone yet my chicka dees. 1½ lbs to go.  Twenty six and a half pounds lost already and forty three and a half a pound and counting Sx