It has come to my attention...


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that I'm a lard arse! I have been on a diet for one week. I weighed in at 188lbs which didn't seem that bad until I realised that I have put on 90lbs since I got married 23 years ago.......

The daughter is a wizard with Photoshop and so i sent her a pic of my face and a pic of my ideal body and she worked her magic....see below :)





Yes, that is my face but Angelina (in her Tombraider days) Jolie's body, I'm sorry Angelina but I'm taking it for my very own.

I have lost 4lbs this week and yesterday I managed 2.5k on the treadmill plus an hour of yoga, tho' I fell asleep at one point - during the yoga, not on the treadmill!

It is going to take some time but this photo has made me feel like I can finally shed the weight..finger's crossed xx

Apologies....



For being a lazy arse and not writing on here for quite some time.

I have had a bit of a struggle this past month, firstly my emotions were all over the shop and secondly I spent most of it in a bit of an alcohol induced blur. I have been drinking too much, the consumption has steadily increased since losing my dad in February.

If you asked me if I thought I had a drink problem, I would have usually laughed and said 'only if I can't get any'. But as the past month has gone on I have found myself forgetting the simplest of things. I don't drink in the day. I drink in the evening, a glass of wine leads to another which leads to the rest of the bottle, normally topped off with another glass or two.

Alcoholic? me? No. Well I don't know, am I? What constitutes an alcoholic? Maybe I am one of those functioning types? I know I wake up every morning with a headache and a mouth that
tastes like the bottom of a parrot's cage.

How many nights a week do I go to bed rat arsed? It is easier to count how many I go to bed sober.

Last week I started my diet. I have lost 4lbs already and I am pretty sure I could h
ave lost more if I had avoided the booze. I try to be strong. But all it takes is one drink and I'm like some kind of bizarre wine guzzler, the glass doesn't leave my hand.

I know I need to stop, well cutting back would be a bloody good start.

Tonight....yeah, tonight......

Oh by the way, have a look at my plants :) they are going great guns & you can read my plant growing blog on www.expatcooks.com :)


Nobody puts Baby in the corner....


We play this game in our house, being the internet/media freaks that we are. It's called 'Guess who's dead'. It's a case of going about your daily lives until you hear/read the news that a celebrity has kicked the proverbial bucket. We then jump up and head for the nearest family member shouting 'Guess who's dead' in a Peter Kay impression. (You'd have to be a Peter Kay fan to know the reason, Connie, Connie). Even if they are asleep, we wake them up.

Usually I get beaten if the son names the person which he usually does because he turns his laptop on as soon as he wakes up. Although I tend to win on the obscure ones....

However I won't be playing that today, I have heard today that Patrick Swayze has danced his way off the mortal coil. I'm actually quite sad. Not in a crying or sobbing way and no, I won't be sending flowers. But sad at the loss of a man that came across as a gentle soul and true gent.

I first saw him in Red Dawn, that was pants, but after that it was Dirty Dancing. It came out in the year that my daughter was born and I really liked it. I'm usually a horror or crime fan but this one had my toes tapping. We used to laugh at 'Johnny' walking away from Baby's dad, in his cuban heels it looked like he had pooped his pants. That naff naff line we all know and love, made us roar out loud.

But it was a great film and when my younger sister (she's 17 years younger than me and there are a couple of brothers in between) discovered a video of it on the shelf at my mum's when she was 5 or 6, a true love affair blossomed.

My sister fell in love with Patrick Swayze, as she grew up I watched her turn into a beautiful and smart young woman. She isn't perfect, is anyone? but she has a beauty and a strength of character that I don't even think she realises she has. I think she always harboured a belief that she would bump into Patrick one day and knock him off his feet (not literally) and he would leave his wife for her. LOL. Bless her.

She went through a long labour with her little boy while listening to the soundtrack of Dirty Dancing and the little fella actually popped out to the strains of 'She's like the wind'...LOL. Her other half drew the line at her giving him the name Patrick.

Patrick Swayze was a man who fought his illness with a determination, who was married to the same woman for 34 years and who behaved with dignity. There were never any scandalous stories, he didn't run off to Africa to adopt when he found that he and his wife couldn't get the baby they so desperately wanted, nor did he bugger off and find someone else who could give him a baby. A rarity if ever there was one.

I think, no I know, my sister will be shedding a few tears today, I don't think she will be alone.

Have a lovely day and remember to tell the ones you love, how much they mean to you xxx