What a delight today has been – can you sense my sarcasm already?! There was no long lazy Sunday lie-in for me this morning. I was up, on the treadmill, and then off to the stables to load my Mum’s mare for her journey to Lincolnshire…or at least that was the plan!
No specific topic for today’s blog post…partly as I am very tired…but partly because my eyes seem to have had a delayed reaction to the insect repellant I put on earlier and I can’t keep them open without them stinging, despite repeatedly washing them! So maybe there is a topic – do not, despite what
Is your willy bigger than my willy? Why do they poo in their beds? Why do you put the horse food in the bin? Do they like vegetarian sausages then if they don’t eat meat like me? Oh the joys of a three year old and the barrage of questions he threw our way…obviously the
One of the issues I have picked up on – that all of the lovely people I have spoken with or emailed since starting this weight loss campaign have in common – relates to scales…the dreaded scales! They become our primary focus and it blinkers us at times. They can destroy our confidence within the
The award for ‘oxygen stealer of the month’ goes to the lovely lady – Sarah – who decided to take umbrage with my cheese consumption!
Where did the love go? We used to rendezvous on a regular basis – too regular; you became addictive. My thoughts of you were distracting and you took over my life in ways that some people will never understand; they have never felt that much passion before. Our love affair is now over…RIP my charming
Whilst part of me cringes at this acquired trait of mine, the other part loves it. There is nothing more satisfying at times than uttering a swear word, and I like to use words that are fairly easy to lip-read…so that when I am driving, fellow road-users can easily understand the profanity that I am
My perception of ‘normal’ is distorted I think. Well, I know it is. After years of living at my size it is easy to become immune to normal things…portion sizes, clothes sizes, body sizes. When I see pictures of myself it still surprises me how big I look. It shouldn’t, as I am not in
…on my own! I decided that today was far too hot to do anything much other than wallow in the paddling pool at the stables for the afternoon. Here is the aforementioned paddling pool…
I am aware that I have slightly missed the boat with this post…by about a bloody week…but I just can’t stop myself from having a little rant about the situation between BBC commentator, John Inverdale, and the women’s singles champion, Marion Bartoli. I was going to let it pass without comment…but you know me, I