Phew! What a week. The Husband took a work trip to the Isle of Man and so I needed to really pull it out the bag. My mum was here for the first part so I was able to ease into my independent-I-can-totally-do-this mode. And by the grace of God I did! I managed to keep the girls alive – no, more than that – I managed to keep them fed and
clean moderately clean. I do reckon though, the only way I’d ever survive single motherhood would be to go to bed at the same time as my girls.
Ordinarily I would have kept it low key with the plan to accomplaish the bare minimum. However, I needed some shorts for my physio session this week because I needed to start working on the muscles in my legs. Problem was that none of my shorts fit me anymore and clothes shopping is not quite as fun when you’ve put a load of weight on – but I had to do it – so I hit the shops before one of the school runs. My purchase ended up bitter sweet; I found a really cute pair of shorts in GAP for £5.00 – yes £5.00(!!) but to get them over my thunder thighs I had to go up yet another clothes size. Yey for the GAP bargain, booooooooooooooooooooooo for the bigger size.
If you’re read this blog for a while you’ll know that I’m a stereotypical yo-yo dieter. At best I start great and lose weight like a champ but somewhere along the road I meet a doughnut. At worst I meet the Donut the same day as I decide to diet. And don’t scream at the screen that diets are wrong and that its all about healthy eating, because left to my own devices I will just eat the chocolate.
And having pulled out an old recipe for making the worlds best fudge to put up on my new foodie page I now have a tub full of the stuff in my fridge.
Next week will be so crazy though that even thinking about it is burning calories. After months of hmmmmmmmms the living room will be prepped tomorrow and plastered on Monday. That means
we The Husband will be clearing the room today while I supervise. No its ok, he really loves it…