|Chester Selfie ( I had to crop myself off)|
I have had enough of shopping recently.
Anyhow, as it turned our the " shopping bit" was a ruse, as it was a ploy of my best friend Nu, to catch me unawares for a surprise meet. She had been seeing family over in Liverpool and wanted to catch me before she went home.
It was lovely to see her, but the subsequent " selfie" ( obligatory in our meets) was a little bit of a shock. For it underlined that my lapse with weightwatchers since Christmas has severely taken its toll.
I look like a cushion.
A large fucking scatter cushion with hair
My relationship with food is a simple one.
I don't particularly comfort eat. I don't eat when I am bored
I just love eating tasty things!
And I serve up dinners on dustbin lid sized plates at the end of the day
More " simples!"
I love scotch eggs and takeaway squid.
I adore baking and trifle
And I am sure I can put a whole bagel in my mouth in one go
Food, is there to be enjoyed.
I learnt that from my grandparents.
Wartime grandparents never wasted anything.
So I am back on the wagon. Strict weighwatchers, more exercise and one scotch egg a week.
Already this morning I have dragged my sorry fat arse out for a power walk and am now resigned to do it without the dogs in tow. ( the terriers are getting on a bit now and bulldogs DONT power walk)
It's not rocket science...I've don't it before
Eat less, do more
The wedding is on 6 th March ........and I don't want to look like Michael Ball in the wedding photos