Week 21

1lb on and getting a bit bored of sitting the wrong side of the half way mark.  I now realise that it is time to stop admiring ones success to date which, in truth, has led to a little complacency.  Oh yes, there is the excuse of going away with my Mummy and sister this weekend for a spa retreat but with the additional exercise on land and in the pool, I felt sure it would have ‘off set’ any calories consumed.  Anyway, this time I really do feel like I am struggling and have reached a little plateau.  Time to really focus again and try and get that ‘week one’ feeling back. 

So, off we went to the Old Thorns Country Club for a day and a night girly sleepover.  Treatments first, followed by lunch and then the spa. Perfick. I plumped for the neck, shoulder and back massage. As comfortable as it was to align my neck by placing my head in the hole for my face, where on earth was I supposed to put my boobs?  Surely there should be three holes in the bed for women (one head and two boobs) and two for men (one head plus one for bits).  I think that this makes a whole heap of sense and is a very reasonable suggestion providing nobody has to retrieve anything midway through the session from underneath the treatment table.

Well, all credit goes to my sister for the first round of belly laughs following her emergence from the bathroom in her allocated hotel bath robe and slippers looking like one of the 7 dwarfs in outsize clothing.   Another clear example of ‘one XL size does not fit all’.

Into the pool and our first opportunity to practise our synchronised swimming routine.  Once we managed to get a handle on what was our left leg and what was our right leg, it all became just a little bit easier. If you look a little closer in this picture you can see at this stage, we hadn’t quite grasped which was which.

So champagne followed the synchronised swimming although we realised that we may have executed our routine more accurately if we had drunk it first.  Except then, I guess, we may have run the risk of drowning.

All three of us harbour a little bit of insomnia and come Sunday morning we found ourselves as the first guests in the pool and spa area.  For some reason, having the whole area to ourselves made us feel just a little bit naughty.  The wet floor in the steam room lent itself to a little tap dancing with great acoustics, the sauna provided a slatted stage to walk backwards and forwards on singing ‘Keep spreading the news...I’m leaving today...I Wanna be a part of it New York! New York!’...And the relaxation chairs with wet feet rubbing up and down them made the most amazing farty duck noises.  Oh but we did behave ourselves when others were around, honest we did. 

A brilliant weekend which we need to book again very soon or as my sister suggested, we could all take live in jobs and commute to our families when we felt the need.

It is time to stop basking in my total weight loss and time to look forward towards the next part of my weight loss challenge with fresh eyes.  Here we go my little chicka dees...thirty eight and a half a pound and counting . Sx