After the gardening exercise and a relatively good food week with all the fruit as well as skimmed milk in the coffee machine I expected a loss of some kind. What I actually got was a stayed the same! How does that work? Continue reading
Yesterday I was gardening again for most of the day, once I’d managed to overcome the pain of any kind of movement anyway. This morning I actually sat on the sun bed enjoying the fruits of my labours for most of the day. Then I went and spoilt it all by doing something stupid like watching the England v Germany match. Continue reading
The garden has been more than a little neglected this year, what with looking for jobs, walking, trying to lose weight and learning the ropes at Mad House, not to mention being worn out half the time with a head that feels like it’s going to explode from all the new things I’m trying to stuff into it. Anyhow, Commando has been getting a little bit antsy about things getting overgrown. When he started threatening to hack at it himself I thought I’d best get to work. Commando is in charge of the lawn, mainly because he knows what grass is and is good at making things all neat. When it comes to flowers and shrubs he’d probably just chop them all down to the ground. Continue reading
The results of the milk survey were in today when I got to the canteen. The coffee machine has a brand new notice attached to it. ‘By popular demand this machine is filled with skimmed milk.’ There was a brand new row of fruit salad in the cooler too. Who says you can’t change anything? Continue reading
The fruit pot saga continues. This morning I tried wrapping the plastic notleakproifintheslightest pot in cling film and then putting it in a sandwich bag. When I got to work the sandwich bag was filled with fruit juice and some of it was in my newly cleaned bag. Back to the drawing board again then. Continue reading
Weigh in this morning and all the treats have caught up with me. Two blasted pounds on! It. It seems like it’s always one step forwards two steps back with me and I’m hurtling towards twelve stone again. Why does this have to be so hard? It almost feels as if two stone is as much as my body wants to lose and as soon as I get below it… Continue reading
Today is Father’s Day. Obviously Commando had cards and presents and all three boys visited, even Bard who usually forgets everything. It isn’t often I have all three boys together in the same house so it was a treat for me too. Continue reading
In an effort to get back on track with the weightloss I’ve been on a bit of a fresh fruit kick today. Please note this is not some kind of fad diet, I’m done with those. The plan is to try to replace all the chocolate and bad snacks with tasty fruit. Yesterday I filled my shopping basket with grapes, pomegranate, melon, pineapple and humble apples. Today I made myself a big vat of fruit salad and, when the snack monster attacks that is what I shall be eating.
Will it work? Who knows? Melon balls and pomegranate are delicious though so fingers crossed. I also bought a plastic container that is supposed to be leak proof so I can take some to work with me. Fingers crossed on the leakproofness too. I’m entirely convinced on that.
This week felt like a month at the very least. Going back to work after a week off is always difficult, working at Mad House makes it doubly so. Then there was the change of floor. A different view from a different window and realising I’m incapable of remembering which floor to get out of the lift on from one day to the next. Three days out of four I’ve got out at floor six, walked onto the old floor and then realised I was in the wrong place. Oh well, I guess I’m burning extra calories walking up the stairs.
Well the week off filled with exercise and perfect eating didn’t go quite to plan. In fact it was almost exactly opposite to the plan and, as a consequence, there was a one pound gain this week. The wii fit trainer is all huffy with me again and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever conquer this weight loss thing. Continue reading