Monday, 23 November 2015

Happy Birthday To Me!

Yarp its my birthday and I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to. Although, I'm not as I've had a bloody awesome birthday! I say birth day but its been a cracking few days.  Firstly though we must get down to business. Last week I lost 1lb - yes ONE whole pound!! This week I put that WHOLE pound back on again. But rest easy folks I am allowed I think.  I weighed in this morning, however, yesterday I was out and about in London with the hubster. We went to Claridges no less. Get me. Now, I'm not really into poncey stuff so we didn't do 'afternoon tea' which if truth be told is just us plebs getting dressed up (or not the amount of people in jeans!) to experience a bit of poshness. Do the posh really have afternoon tea? I'm not so sure.

Friday, 13 November 2015

Are We There Yet?!

This was me last Sunday. I am Donkey in the back. Are we there yet?!  Yarp, much as I love to cycle I wasn't really in the mood for it on Sunday.  I had arranged, with my sister, for myself and my eldest to go for a cycling ramble of some 11 miles along country lanes. Sounds lovely don't it?

My sister, and I quote, said "there's only about 4 hills and lots of downhills" sounds even lovelier right? WRONG! That muder f*&%er.  Lied. She lied good dam it!  More like 4 hills in between all the other hills along the way. At one point, I did contemplate chucking my bike in the bushes like some surly teenager whilst giving her a right hook at the same time. But like an adult, I refrained from moaning continually and peddled on until the end. I am out of shape. I haven't done much exercise since before the summer holidays and my panting up the hills was quite something. I'm sure she thought I was going to have a cardiac arrest of something. I always gasp/pant. I'm not very good at controlling my breathing I'm afraid.

It was actually quite nice but had I known the route prior to getting on my rather heavy halfords bike, I most definitely would have sat in her house, drunk her tea and raided her kitchen cupboards. My husband took the other two for a walk - the longer straw out of the two I'd say.

Even at the end, she proclaims "we're here now" much like those Xmas Dancing Bears who think its Christmas "soon" - her "here now" and my "here now" are two very different things.  My sister's "here now" is about 1.5 miles from her house. My "here now" is when you can see the front door.

In any event, it was great exercise and got my heart rate pumping and my arse back in the saddle. My son had to wait for me along with my mum (who at 66 did a sterling job) and my brother-in-law. My son said he could have gone much faster so I'll let them go off on their own next time!

We finished off by having a rather lovely pub lunch and the kids were very well behaved.  They don't eat out often as waiting for foods with young ones isn't that much fun but they did me proud. In fact, they all rather like the dining out experience.

I also weighed in on Monday and lost 5lbs. Which is great but I did put on during the half term break so next week will be more of a result. I managed a hill walk on Wednesday and will aim for a bike ride tomorrow.

See you soon.

Thursday, 5 November 2015

Walking Is Soooo Last Season

But should it be?  It suddenly occurred to me the other night that I walk far less than I have ever done since having my first child some nearly 12 years ago.  When he was born, I made a point of walking when he was due to have a nap, so that I could lose weight. I would walk for at least 4 miles everyday without fail. I'd walk to the supermarket, shops or sometimes just walk to the furthest point and then walk back. I was like Forrest Gump "I think I'll go home now ". Walking was my thang.

Saturday, 31 October 2015

It Will Make You Big And Strong!

Is what I'm always saying to my kids about drinking milk and who is stronger than a 5 year old purporting to be The Hulk? No one I'd wager.  What's more it takes some dexterity to drink a glass of milk with abnormally large hands clenched in a fist like manner!

We're entering (I say 'we' as I'm sure my kids will help me spend the prize money in the form of shopping vouchers aka more toys) a competition. So this post is an entry for Britmums #MilkDrinkersMilk Linky Challenge, sponsored by Cravendale

I have to say I never really liked milk as a child in the 70s/80s - but having been nagged by my husband some 15 years ago, I now drink it regularly and actually enjoy it. It's great for us ladies and, in particular, our bones. I'm very conscious of my knees - what with my recent running exploits and all. I have been making up for lost time during my childhood. The warm milk sat festering in the school classroom has a lot to answer for! Although I always loved the thick cream at the top. That was the best thing about getting the milk off the doorstop in the morning - the cream to put on your cereal.

Children receiving their free milk in the 60s/70s
So, with that in mind and given that I'm Chief of the Sugar police in this ere house, I've always been insistent that the kids drink milk.  

No problems with my daughter - she prefers it to anything else, No problems for my youngest Buddy aka Hulk who is also happy to drink milk.  My eldest, has finally turned a corner with all things food and drink related. He realises the importance for the good of his health, in particular his ambitions to be a professional cyclist. Even better he loves the stuff!

With so much publicity about the sugar content in many drinks our children are consuming - I was more than happy to accept free vouchers for the purpose of this blog post. Milk is healthy and should be an essential part of our children's diet not to mention the huge benefits to their teeth.  None of my children aged 5, 9 and 11 have filings and I'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible!

So much easier without the fists! Drinking from my classic Cravendale glass
Every Saturday we have a movie night and that means popcorn. A treat. Any sugary treats are always accompanied with milk to counter balance the sugar element. The kids all agreed the taste was 'creamy' and 'fresh'.

The bottle makes a brilliant ghost for Halloween as its not transparent!

Did you know that Cravendale filter their milk which makes it stay fresher for longer? No. Neither did I! I also like the fact that Cravendale is farmer owned so by purchasing their milk you are supporting our farmers. Even better you can visit one of these farms with the kids. To find one near you check out the Arla Foods website. 

Making popcorn the 1970s way! 

A sprinkle of sugar, milk and a movie = perfect Saturday night
So my 1970s dieters, that is how we enjoy our milk. In its purest form accompanying something that might not be so pure. Shhhh don't tell the Chief of Sugar police! 

Sunday, 25 October 2015

Save October!!!

Is an event I created on facebook recently. I naturally came on the computer to do something a tad more productive than this but there you are. Instead I faffed around creating an event that has no real purpose other than to satisfy my longing for some normality in the month of October.

To be transported back to an age where grown women acted as such and Xmas wasn't even up for discussion. Asides from my natural repulsion of the Xmas countdowns, which start in August, (of which regular readers of my blog will have heard my ranting on this one every year) I came across a banner which made me groan out loud.