Start as you mean to go on!

So decided New Year New Me… NOT! Only updated version of 2017 perhaps. I have been trying to get my act together since January but too many distractions such as afternoon tea at The Dorchester (present from daughter #3 Molly ), here I need to add that each of my children bought me a experience present for my 50th … Daughter #1 Poppy took me The Ivy and then onto Les Miserable. Daughter #2 Liberty took me to see Dream girls and Max #1 Son is yet to take me for gin tasting… Anyway, back to The Dorchester! Yessss I hear you say, what with Gin and Tonic, champagne, tea, hot water with a flower in it and eating Molly’s sandwiches, the one’s she hated plus my own along with numerous amounts of cake… I had to undo my button just to breath.

Back to my gym antic’s. Now don’t get me wrong I’m not shy with exercise. Before I started my full time job, over a year ago in a High School office I regularly went to an outdoor fitness session which kept my weight at bay, so what with being less active during the day and the amount of cakes in the office and the occasional treats from the chef in the School kitchen,  I have noticed the pounds creeping on. I try to walk to and from school at least twice a week which takes me around 40 minutes each way and I’m a sweaty mess when I arrive in my trainers, skirt, tights etc (not the greatest look but hey) and I have joined a gym that I haven’t actually been attending much until the past few weeks.

Enter my personal trainer… I picked her out of many on the wall at the gym, she seems nice- we shall call her J. She is very young, toned and I think she is very sweet (note to self- find out little more about J). So she weighed, measured and sent me what to eat- a fist full of this, palm full of that and asked if I would send her my food diary, which I have. She gave me a sheet to enter the exercise that I’ve followed on the days I don’t see her. So we are two and half week’s in and this week I have been to the gym on my own and also with two of my girls, so to my horror when I arrive to my personal training session J decides it would be great to measure and weigh me..HELL NO!.. Okay so I agreed, now I have been really good apart from Sunday which was Mothers Day, a few glasses of Prosecco around my mums with my sister then out for lunch and G & T’s etc etc…Oh I forgot Peter and I popped into a posh hotel for a cheeky couple of G & T’s and I now remember hitting the bowl of nuts quite hard (I had erased this from my mind).

Back to J at the gym. NO CHANGE IN WEIGHT OR MEASUREMENTS!!! Now I’m a sensitive soul and obviously my face was trying to tell a different story but she could tell I wanted to burst out crying and wail NOOOOOOOO, I held it in until the end of our session then rang Peter #1 Husband and cried and said ‘that’s it I’m done’ and his response obviously was Karen, Karen, Karen and went on to tell me everything he had already told me literally days ago… Now Pete has the hearing of a bat so when I weigh myself in the bathroom there is a little beep and then i get the shout from downstairs “GET OFF THE SCALES”  I’m eager for weight loss, Pete said keep doing what I’m doing but I planned to be at least half a stone lighter by next weekend as we have a 50th Birthday to attend, well that looks unlikely unless I wake up mid week and a miracle has happened or I lose a leg! J said I’m doing really well (except for nutgate) but I have plans for this weekend with friends and we are going for a curry, I can be good so I will try but will it affect all my good work?… Arrrrghh it’s so hard and boring.

I love food, drink and socialising. I will keep you updated with my non fluctuating weight but as I have been typing I realise perhaps I actually haven’t been that good… G & T’s nuts etc!.. Right draw a line under it and start again.



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