Ordinarily Monday's blog post would be entitled "Monday Weigh In" well not today. This is because I haven't weighed myself today. This is only the second time since October that this has occurred. I'm pretty confident I've put on from last weeks festivities. We also went to a party on Saturday night (a few nibbles) and consoled ourselves that half term was over. Most would be celebrating would they not? Kids back to school. Not me and quite a few mums actually. I had mammoth lie ins. I mean proper hard core ones like when you were childless 9.30 - 10 am! Buddy is doing me proud. The hubster was off all week, albeit ill, but was feeling better by Friday. So we added a Chinese take-away to the already over indulged week. I generally do that. If its been a bad week I normally top it with a food finale before I refocus again. I would advise against it if you want speedy results.
It wasn't my intention not to weigh myself or was it? I am certain that sentence has committed untold grammatical errors. Monday's are busy and I always post late as I have cleaning, sorting and working out to do. I normally weigh myself in the morning but it was raining (has been for 2 days solid now - we've bypassed summer here in the UK) and I forgot. I did fleetingly remember but then I sorted out my wardrobe. I don't have enough space. I don't have masses of clothes but I seem to be given drawers here and there and its not acceptable. You just end up forgetting clothes that don't fit you somewhere else. He has been informed.
Furthermore, my sister (twin 1) said on Saturday (they were babysitting and the brother-in-law came too - twin 2 is separated - also present) "I don't read your blog for the weight loss!" This was after I confessed that the probability of a gain was high this week and my 'readers' would soon be leaving if I didn't step up to the plate. Its a diet blog after all.
Twin 1 proceeded to tell me that she had no idea my weight, my weight loss to date and that she had never even looked at my food diary. To add insult to injury she didn't even know my exercise log existed. If you are remotely interested in my weight loss journey there are pages on the right hand side.
Mmmm. By all accounts she reads it for the rant value and, I quote, "its interesting". So do any of you read it for my weight loss? I know a few of you do who regularly give me support and encouragement.
So Saturday we were at this 50th party. It was a sedate affair the music was quiet and the conversation centred around illnesses and collectibles. I am beginning to discover that when men get to a certain age they collect things. The birthday 'boy' showed us his collection of old bank notes and another chatted about classic cars. This particular chap had pictures on his camera of engine parts. My eyes had firmly glazed over by that point so I missed all the excitement of his 'car share'. He part owned a fancy car and they take it in turns to drive it. Where do you start on that one? I won't bother.
In more recent news on the accidental on purpose theme - one of the dad's at school deleted me from facebook but I didn't realise (3 months) until he wanted to post some pictures on my wall. The penny dropped later on. I find this sort of thing quite amusing. I like the fact I didn't notice. Maybe the blog is in the school run domain. This has never been my intention and if you do know me and stumble upon it then so be it. I haven't as yet put a disclaimer 'may cause offence' but I don't promote my blog at all and certainly not on facebook. My readers are mostly strangers and that's how I like it. I can write freely then and not have the thought police breathing down my neck.
I unfriended him after the photos as it would have been rude not too and I figured it saves him from doing it again. Just debating whether to afford the missus the same favour. A cull is long overdue I think.
Finally, can David Cameron give me anymore knob fodder? I mean really this guy is a total prick. Today, it transpires him and the good wife left their 8 year old daughter in a pub. Yup they forgot her. Remembered her when they got home. Seriously? No its not easily done. You might have a heart stopping moment when you can't locate your child in the park but to leave a building, get in the car, turn on the engine, drive home, put the keys in the door, put the kettle on and....did we forget something....?
This twat is in trusted with running this country and he can't even remember to bring his own child back home with him. The same guy who wants to dish out parenting vouchers. You couldn't make this shit up. It would be hilarious if it wasn't so tragic that he is actually Prime Minister. The guy hasn't got a clue. Can you imagine if a poor commoner did the same thing - calls to be taken into care and the like would surface. One rule for you DC another for us peasants. Please, please, please DO NOT VOTE FOR HIM AGAIN. I am counting down the days until we should be rid of bumbling Dave & co.
Until next time...