So. Operation Stop-Being-A-Fatty-Fatty-Boom-Boom update. So far, so good. I have been Wii (un)Fit-ting 3 mornings a week, which involves the highly painful activity called getting up at 6.30am – argh!! Oddly, I find this far easier on a Monday than on a Friday. I would have predicted it to be the other way around, but no. Friday mornings are ones which should be spent sleeping…
Have you noticed though, that when you are trying to be virtuous and non-cake-eating, that the entirety of the rest of the world seem to be eating cake and chocolate right in front of your nose! For example, in my office there are some Christmas chocolates left over, and also some ‘executive biscuits’ – aka the ones that we only get when we know there is a visitor coming, and are yummy and have chocolate on them. Now, every single day, at least twice, I get offered a chocolate or a biscuit. And so far, every single day I have managed to decline. The boys are looking at me as though I am crazy (normally, I would be elbowing them out of the way to get to the biscuit tin first, before they steal all the jammy dodgers!) but it does not seem to have put them off at all. Willpower here we come. Also, my fabulous husband, who I love very much, has also managed to sit next to me pretty much every evening since I started this, and snarf down chocolates, cake, biscuits – anything, in fact, that tastes fab and I am trying to avoid. I am not impressed!! I can hear him munching on cheeky chocolates, and last night I wondered what he was doing when he was looking the other way – I snuck in for a quick cuddle, only to find him with a mouthful of cake!!!! He is a beastie that boy!
Have also been having problems with the eating out thing too. Now, normally we go out for dinner every Tuesday evening. My husband is part of a miniature steam railway, and on Tuesday nights they have an evening at the railway doing manly things like welding and heavy lifting and suchlike. After such strenuous activity, they naturally need lots and lots of food and beer to replenish their energy levels, and time to talk about technical train things like fuseable plugs, flanges, and bearings (and yes, worryingly I do now know what all those things are – help me) As the wife of a railway saddo, I invite myself along to these meals, as otherwise I don’t get any dinner! Now, being manly men, they don’t exactly eat salad. They eat big fat food with chips and cheese, and they ALWAYS have dessert. I was trying my bestest to be good, but also not to make a fuss or draw too much attention to myself. So, I managed to get away with having fish, which came with new potatoes – all good. When it came to dessert though, I did have to join them – it would have been rude not to. I did only have ice cream though, which no sauce, and no cream, and I only ate half of it. Does that make it good? And, more importantly, am I going to be able to continue this – especially as I don’t think I can eat the same meal for the next six weeks! Hmmm…time will tell. Wish me willpower…
