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It’s Super Bowl Sunday and I’m tucked in bed. Jay is out at the o2 arena to watch the Super Bowl all night – yawn! – so it’s just Ozzy and I tonight, watching chick flicks and chilling out. I’ll probably schedule this to be published tomorrow morning, as I’ve just published another and I don’t want to crowd all your feeds or inboxes! Ha.

I fancied a bit of a ramble this evening. I miss Jay when he’s gone :( It’s not as if we would’ve done anything exciting this evening – who does on a Sunday evening, really?! – but I do miss his company and chilling on the sofa. Not when we’re watching Top Gear. I hate Top Gear.

So what’s new with me? Well, last week was a terrible week at work, in that I wasn’t in at all due to being sick after being out in London for the Bloggers Bash on Monday. I hate being ill; it’s the worst feeling in the world and I had to go and see the doctor to try and solve this particular problem. I’m better now (after the painkillers!), but it’s likely to come back every so often until I figure out what it is. Vague enough for you? As a result, I didn’t weigh myself this week, but I’m hoping for a good result next week. Does being ill make you lose weight? It’s most definitely made me more tired and I have actually been napping during the day, which sounds a lot more like student me than current me.

On Saturday during the day, I did boring household stuff, like going to Ikea to try and buy some breakfast bar stools (which were out of stock) and then headed to Tesco’s for some food for the weekend and puppy food. Boring day, really. Last night, we went out to celebrate my brother’s and my cousin’s 21st’s and we all got a little bit too drunk. It was lovely to spend time with my family – who are all completely awesome, by the way – and now we’re all old enough to drink, it makes it a whole lot funnier. Then, it snowed. Thank God I live so close to the pub, because I don’t think my heels would’ve coped if we lived much further. It was weird because it didn’t look like it was going to settle, but we woke up this morning and there’s about 7 inches of snow in the garden. I want it to snow some more, but I doubt it will, even if my Mum keeps telling me it’s going to.

Ozzy loves the snow. I took this lovely picture of him, when he wanted to come back inside after running around like a loon for an hour and a half. When he’s done, he sprints in and jumps up on the sofa, because he feels so cold on his little paws!

I was exceedingly rubbish today and spent all day in the Hangover Chair, sleeping and feeling sorry for myself and my dehydration headache. Ozzy must’ve known I was feeling crap because he spent most of the day, laying on me and sleeping too after wearing himself out in the garden. I hate that I didn’t get to enjoy the snow that much today and that’s mainly why I want it to snow some more, so I can have a cheeky snow day and spend it making snow angels and having snow ball fights. So not the grown up attitude, but I know you’re all thinking the same!

So that’s life at the moment. Nice and boring, eh? I have an ‘informal meeting’ about my performance at work tomorrow, which I’m surprisingly nervous about. I have been trying to do my job really well to try and reach our target for our next term, but I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere near it, even with my leafleting plan for every week. Fingers crossed it won’t be too negative.

The office landlord has told me I can’t bring Ozzy into work anymore, which is a bit gutting but I completely understand. Jay has tomorrow off with him and Mum said that she doesn’t mind looking after him whilst I’m at work. It’s just a bit sucky for him to be passed around, but he loves people so I’m sure he won’t really care that he’s not spending 8 hours in the boring office with just me.

My Zumba classes were on hold last week because of my being sick and I actually feel really guilty for missing out. That’ll be the factor that affects my weight loss this week, I think. Because I have just been sitting on a sofa, under a blanket for 4 days and not been very active. I’m jumping straight back into it tomorrow and I’ll be at my Pilates class tomorrow night.

This week is a pretty normal week. Back to work (both full time and part time) and I have Wednesday off as holiday. On Thursday, I have to take Ozzy to the vets for his Advocate thing, to keep fleas at bay! On Saturday, I’m going to my second bloggers’ event, The Only Way Is Blogging in London, so that’s another thing to be excited about.

I really miss Jay tonight; this week, we didn’t get to have our Friday date night so I feel like I’ve not seen him much. We’re going to change the day because Fridays are being rubbish for both of us, with my teaching until late. It means that I might have to give up one of my exercise classes, but spending time with Jay is a lot more important :)

It’s been good to catch up with my blog and let you all know what’s going on in my little world. I hope everything is good with you – I can’t believe it’s February already and next week is Valentine’s Day! This year is flying by already!

Summary of 2011 Resolutions and New Year’s Resolution for 2012

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I have my ‘What I Got For Christmas’ post in my drafts, but I’ve not had time to take pictures of everything yet, due to the brat of a dog running into every shot, so I’m doing this a bit backwards and publishing my resolution post first. Honestly, I will be blogging a bit better when I’m back at work and sitting at a computer for 8 hours with puppy running around my feet.

This time last year, I wrote myself a post of what my resolutions were to be for 2011 and, as it’s that time of year again, I figured I should probably review all of these to see what I stuck to and what I could probably carry forward to this year. If you want to read the original post, it’s here, but I will be going through each of them to see what exactly happened to my resolutions.

  1. It probably doesn’t surprise you that a massive part of my resolution was to lose weight, as I have been banging on about losing weight all year. You know what? I had a good start this year. Well. A start this year. To be honest, I could’ve done better, but I really didn’t want to control my life by a diet. From January, I will be hitting the diet hard. It’s my brother’s 21st at the end of January (which may be a bit too optimistic to lose, like a stone or something!) and I’m throwing a birthday bash in April this year. Eventually, I will be my ideal weight and look :)
  2. The second resolution of last year was to be nicer to Jay. I actually feel like I have been a lot nicer to Jay this year; maybe because it’s not really been as stressful year. I have generally been feeling happier and I think therefore I have been acting more positively :) I even pick him up from the station without moaning and groaning. Awesome.
  3. Don’t drink so much did appear on my resolution list. If you excuse the last few posts where I have been ‘drinking to get hammered’, I don’t think I have drank so often this year, but I do want to take this a step further and perhaps not drink for a certain amount of time and take regular detoxes this year. This will help with the weight loss as well, and my general well-being.
  4. I have taken more photos this year – some of it spurred by my new ‘Week In Photos’ posts (Christmas has made me slack on this!). I have taken over a hundred pictures of Ozzy since we’ve had him! But I definitely would like to keep this up.
  5. Lastly, we had to take care of my face. I have to say I have taken much better care of my skin since I made these resolutions a year ago. I don’t really break out as much anymore. Obviously you get those days, but really, I can’t remember the last time I had a massive spot on my face that didn’t magically disappear in a couple of days.

Generally, I think my resolutions went well last year. The ones to definitely carry forward are:

  1. Lose weight. Well, duh. 2 stone this year please.
  2. Don’t drink so much/Regular booze detoxes. I think I’ll have to look at my calendar and see when I get fit my detoxes in, but I probably won’t drink between New Year and lil bro’s birthday, and then the next big thing I can think of (off the top of my head) is my holiday in April.
  3. Take more photos. And make sure they’re not all of Ozzy.

More to add to this?

  1. Budget better. Hasn’t my budgeting been completely rubbish this year?! Hopefully, this will come naturally when my part time jobs finally get going (I have one of my first shifts on Monday day! Ahhh! And it’s on my own for 8 hours! Double ahhh!!), but I have really overspent in December. I think most people do though and, with Ozzy accessories and insurance and the suchlike, it was generally an expensive month.  A little saving goes a long way and all that jazz!
  2. Continue my girly phase. 2011 was the year that I got completely girly and I LOVE IT. I really do enjoy my Glossy boxes and playing with hair and make up, as sad as that may sound. I am really excited to see where it takes me in 2012.
  3. Get more organised. I noticed that my organisation at work was failing a little bit by the end of the year, so I want to brush this up when I start work again on Tuesday. I have already bought my 2012 work diary and have already a to-do list as long as my forearm to get on with when I get back. I am pretty excited to get back in my chair and get on with it, to be honest.

So that’s 6 New Year’s resolutions for 2012 to make a more awesome Franno. Is 6 enough? I can’t actually think of many more; that’s not to say I’m completely perfect as soon as these ones are all done! I’m sure I’ll think of more in time for next year.

Wishing everyone a happy New Year! What’s your New Year’s resolutions?

The Poppin’ of my Newquay Cherry

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I went down to Newquay at the weekend, in case you were unaware. Seriously, I post everything on social networks nowadays, so if you’re not my friend, you wouldn’t know! Needless to say, I had an amazing time!

I got down to Plymouth at about 10.30pm ish. Late, eh? Went straight to a house party for Cat’s birthday party :) Was a nice and chilled evening and I discovered that I’m shockingly appalling at Mario Kart on the Wii! Stayed over Sam’s, then we got ready to go down to St. Austell to stay with Cat’s parents and ultimately prepare ourselves to party! Tuna Mayo sandwich to line my stomach and off we went, starting with some pink Champagne that Jenny had brought with her. She’d received it after leaving the Navy and though of that very occasion to pop the cork.

I didn’t really know what to expect of Newquay. Most of my Plymouth Uni mates had been down to Newquay and loved it, but some of my Plymouth local mates were like, “Yeah, it’s okay, but it’s not Plymouth!” so open-minded and stinking of Lacoste Touch of Pink, the old school Pavilions girls and I invaded Newquay!

We knew it was bad when we were on our way to the first bar and Sam kept flashing her arse at us, walking behind her! Hahaha! The first bar was a Spoons, so cheap drinks! 3 shots and 3 drinks later, we moved on. We must’ve been in about five or six bars or clubs and we only paid for entrance once for £2 – bargain! Drinks were reasonable, apart from in one club, the spirits tasted so watered down, Jenny couldn’t taste her Malibu over her Coke! Lots of stag do’s in Newquay at the weekend – the best one I saw was the groom-to-be dressed up as Willy Wonka and his ‘stags’ dressed up as Oompa Lumpas and every time they walked into a different club, they’d do the Oompa Lumpa dance!

Weird creepy guy followed us into the last club and tried to pull my face off, but I moved my head down and ended up headbutting him. Bloody idiot. I made a friend who was on day release and getting married on Thursday; as she walked past, I ‘cheers’ed her drink and ended up knocking it all over her! She was nice enough, although Sam thought she was going to stab me! Other than that, it was no drama and we actually stayed awake until 2am, thinking we’re far too old for this! After eating cheesy chips (and watching the peg-legged sea gull on the roof of the car, which freaked us all out when we’d had a few!), it was time to go back to Cat’s parents’ house and sleep off our booze. I still have the photos to upload from the weekend, so I’ll make sure I do that this evening and put one of the four of us at the top of this post.

Surprisingly, I didn’t feel hungover the next day, although we did drink a fair amount. We decided it was good to get out of Plymouth and out of the drama of meeting people you didn’t want to meet, so we’ve decided to go to Brighton for our next girly weekend in hopefully July or September/October.

And then, I grabbed the train :) The tubes were all up the wall, but luckily Dad had instructed me with what to do when they were all up the wall (grab the Bakerloo line!), so I was completely fine and home in good time.

Missed Jay a fair bit (as soppy as it sounds!) so we curled up on the sofa and watched Pirates of the Caribbean and then went to sleep :) I was so tired, but it was so worth it :)

A bit of this, a bit of that…

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We had a pretty good weekend last weekend, considering the factors. On Friday, I started my tributes to Dad by wearing his hat that he wore to every Madness concert he went to – and believe me, it was a few as it was starting to become a Christmas time tradition!

On Saturday, we had a really good day. The sun was shining and it felt like we were wandering around the shops on holiday rather than in Covent Garden. The whole environment was buzzing – even more so when we went to the Mexican and drank several (very alcoholic!) Mojitos :)

Then it was time to go and see Jersey Boys. I think I was pleasantly surprised at the story and the songs that I didn’t have any idea that they wrote. Now I’m going through a whole Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons music fad. On Sunday, I even made the pub put on my Frankie Valli greatest hits that I’d bought after the show. The downer of Saturday was that the drinks were extremely costly when we were in the theatre – £54 for two rounds of drinks, a box of malteasers and two bottles of water! What on earth!

On Sunday, it was surprisingly happy and joyous. We had ham, egg and chips in the back garden of Mum’s house, because it was so sunny. Then, after the boys took the dogs for an extremely long walk, we went down the pub. I continued my tribute by drinking pear Magners with three ice cubes – not two, not four, but three.

It’s a considerably weird feeling, this whole year. It feels like it happened yesterday, but yet feels like it happened four or five years ago. I’m happy when I think of the memories, but sad with the realisation he’s no longer here. It just seems a whole bunch of contradictions of how I’m feeling. It’s hard to explain because you only ever lose your parents once and so you don’t know how you should feel. *shrugs* I don’t know, but I’m not going to dwell on it too much. I’m feeling how I am and there’s not much else I can do about it, is there?

A lot of people have noticed a change in my personality recently – that I’m a lot happier and relaxed. I think it’s the job. I did love the people in my job in the City, but now I guess I’m doing something I really and truly love and feel passionate about. I met up with some of my London friends on Thursday and had a really nice time, catching up and talking rubbish :) But they’re still talking about Internety things that I don’t get! Ha! I think I’ve mastered the whole “sitting and nodding” thing, whilst zoning out and thinking of girly things like shoes and nail varnish.

I think for me to become truly happy, I have to shed the weight. It still makes me increasingly self conscious and I suppose not as confident as 18 year old me was. So although the diet has been slacking (read: Mexican and ham, egg and chips!), I need to work a whole tonne harder to lose the three stone I have left to lose. And I will do it :)

I’m swimming tonight and I’m going to try and swim for a whole hour and a half – half of what I will be swimming a day in August! This whole swimming thing is a gradual process – I wish I could just bust out the 21 miles already! Makes me wish I didn’t give up swimming when I went to uni! Three tiny words. Bring. It. On. :)

I also need to budget this month and (probably) for the rest of the year! Last month, I kind of overspent, with buying pretty canvases and fixing my broken car window, and in the upcoming months, I have two new monthly outgoing: payment for my new car (thanks, Mum!) and car insurance, because I no longer live at home, and my brother and I no longer share a car. I figured that I could comfortably live on £100 a week. That’s more than £10 a day! In fact, screw it, I’ll live on £70 a week! I honestly just have to be good and not overspend. At all. Any money out of my £70 weekly budget that isn’t spent gets rolled over to the following week. And of course, any pennies go into our unbreakable money box, until we decide to break it :)

This week will be a good one :)

Swimming the Channel #2

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I feel like I haven’t written here for a while, so I suppose it’s best to do so. Not much has really been happening, but it’s good to offload some of the random thoughts in your head, right?

I got my new car on Friday! Hooray! It’s so girly and I love it! I will post some photos up when I get a chance to take some. I’ve been fairly busy these past few days… well, busy and hungover.

I have been drinking quite a lot in the pub recently. I wouldn’t say I was an alcoholic, but defo a glorified binge drinker! I don’t like how it makes me feel the next day and it even ruined my weekend this weekend – I was meant to go to Jay’s granddad’s 80th, but I was so poorly, I couldn’t even look at the television screen for hurting my eyes.

It will be a year since Dad died next week. I honestly feel like rubbish when I think about it. I think, because I’m very conscious of when the date is, my emotions are all the more heightened. I cried twice today: once when I couldn’t open my door and had to drive to Mum’s, the second when I’d finally got in my house. It may have something to do with me, feeling so tired. I’m not sleeping very well and I’m having the weirdest of dreams. I woke up in the middle of the night which is rare for me, as I sleep through anything. I don’t know. I think it’s going to be a difficult week.

I’m going training tonight for my swim and I’m going to swim the mile 5 minutes faster than what I did before. I trained once last week and my recovery period took two days. Two days. I must learn to recover faster, particularly as I won’t have the two days in between swims to recover. This week, my aim is to swim tonight and tomorrow night and I would like both miles to be under 45 minutes. If I’m feeling alright, I might even have time to do another on Wednesday, but I don’t want to push it. Even after my first swim, I’d aggravated an old swimming injury in my right shoulder, which seems to be fine now. I don’t think my brother is actually serious about doing it, which is fine. I came up with the idea, I don’t mind doing it on my own and I’ve already raised £380.00. Please donate if you haven’t already here. Seriously, every penny counts. And even more so, as more and more people become affected by cancer. If not directly, I’m sure you’ll have known someone who’s had cancer, survived cancer, had a cancer scare or died from it, so why not put something towards it to try and prevent it?

I’m at work and I’m taking bookings for our next course which starts in May. I’ve booked two people on so far. Hooray. We need, roughly, 200 people more to enrol onto our course to meet targets. Fingers crossed, eh? I figure I need to market some more. If you know of any new mums in Essex who might be interested in swimming, please forward them to me :)

Anyways, that’s all for now! I’ll write again soon.

Drunk post. Read at own will.

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So I’m currently a little very tipsy. I left the pub about half an hour ago, but I feel the need to write this post as I’m feeling a little upset and pissed off at the world. I had a very pleasant evening in the pub, full of banter and vodka which is fab. I returned home to unsuccessfully find the key to my house and answering the question, “why are you getting drunk so often?” to which I replied “are you really unaware it’s been a year since everything?” and then being called unfair. And I am writing this blog to discuss, am I really being unfair?

This week, my car was broken into. The passenger window was smashed, my bag, my sunglasses case and my sat nav stand and cable was taken. Granted, the robber must’ve thought that the bag had the sat nav in, but luckily that was in the glove compartment that he didn’t check, and the bag was full of damp swimming kit. So he pretty much had a fail of a car robbery.

At first, although in shock whilst driving to my Mum’s house, where the car is registered, I was pretty angry. What the hell was this person thinking, breaking into my car, taking my stuff? Then, as I called my Mum, I cried. How could this happen to a pretty respected part (well, outside a private hospital) of my home town? How safe am I? Then, I joked about it. Thank God, I’m getting a car with all the windows, I would say to my cousin. Luckily I’m getting that new car next week, I’d joke to my granddad. Then, I woke up at 4am in the morning, feeling completely violated. Anyone could, if they wanted to, get into my car and take whatever they wanted. What gives them the right to do so? Why aren’t they paying the £202.43 to pay for my new window?

I still feel pretty violated by the whole thing. But the window got fixed and I am £200ish out of pocket. Such as life. Worse things happen. And I have learnt my lesson: hide everything.

So in perspective, what happened this week is nothing compared to what happened last year. In fact, this time last year, I was probably talking to my Mum and Dad about organ donation. My Dad was still around and we had no idea what would happen in a couple of weeks’ time would happen. Through this whole ordeal, it has made me understand how much family means.

I am very lucky to have a family who still speak about Dad and still tell his stories, however I know that this has affected all of us so much. If I’ve had a really bad Dad day, I will have a flashback of the early hours of 10th April 2010 and I won’t sleep (rather like tonight, I guess). My brother will sometimes text me, when he’s drunk, and say how much he misses Dad. My Mum will sit in the car and tell me of how she heard a song and almost heard Dad singing it.

I suppose the worst thing about the year gone is that it has gone so quickly but yet so slowly. It feels like it was almost two minutes ago that it happened, but I have changed so much as a person because of it and there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about Dad. But I am so worried that I am going to forget who my Dad was and the stories that we had. I suppose that’s why I started this blog, really; to write down and remember what I was feeling and the specific memories that stuck out, like the fact that this time last year, he would’ve just come back from Tenerife and be completely chuffed that the bar man out there would spot him and Mum walking towards them and start pouring a Barcardi and bottled coke before they even stepped in there, and that he’d worked so hard to get nine weeks holiday.

Every song that he used to sing, I will always hear in his voice. I just miss having him around. So I don’t think I’m being unfair. Maybe a little selfish but I just miss my Dad so much. In terms of grief, no one can tell you how you feel, because everyone feels differently. Everyone has a different relationship with every other person they know, so there is no way that my Mum or brother could be feeling how I am about missing my Dad. I suppose this blog is my release…

Too many hangovers…

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Well, diet followers, you’ll be (not angry but) disappointed to read that I failed my diet this week. Well, not week. More weekend.

St. Patrick’s Day, I got more than a bit merry and suffered an intolerable hangover all day on Friday.

Friday night, I ate nachos with plenty of (low fat) cheese and (low fat) sour cream to try and soothe hangover.

Saturday, although feeling a little ropey, I decided not to drink at all that much… but was still drinking voddy diets whilst watching the rugby. Then I moved onto the wine at dinner, which I really shouldn’t have done, but it did complement my lemon crème brulee… And then back on the voddys. It resulted in me, dancing like a loon until 11pm, where I felt distinctly unwell… Vikki and I walked home as the boys stayed out drinking until 3am.

Sunday, after driving home (probably shouldn’t have…), I went for lunch with Charlotte. After wrapping my fingers around a chicken burger, felt the grossness that is nausea and ran to the toilet. Not once. Twice.

Do I feel bad for letting my diet slip this much? Not really. I had a really good weekend with Jay and friends. And the reason why I felt so bad at the time is because I am 9lbs lighter and I don’t drink nearly as much as I used to!

I’m back onto diet today, but had a bad night’s sleep, so won’t be swimming to burn off the calories. I must start training soon!

So far at work today, I have painted my finger nails, emailed all the weekend emailers and looked at quotes to get my light switches fixed. I’m in the office today, waiting for IKEA office furniture to be delivered, which is any time between 10am and 2pm. Ergh! Haven’t had breakfast yet – not really felt like I’ve needed any food – but will go for an early lunch and make sure I eat my points.

If I’ve lost weight this week, it’ll be some kinda miracle.

A Catch Up

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I know I haven’t kept up to date with this recently. I feel like I have to apologise. I’m sorry, guys. I have been out leafleting to the baby weigh in clinics of Essex, to try and find some more clients for our next term. We’re not doing too badly, actually – we have 100 on our waiting list and people are still calling, so it’s pretty good.

I’m really enjoying life right now. I’m having the best time with my job. Although leafleting is not an amazing job, to see results in more clients is definitely a bonus. For those who know me best, you’ll know I get slightly obsessed with random things like that – I suppose a little bit like my small (but frequent) obsession with blogging. On our computer office manager thingy, it shows you a percentage of utilisation from all the people who have enrolled. I get so excited, watching the numbers go up – it’s quite sad really.

At the moment, we’re 77.9% – and we’ve acquired another pool for our September term!. Thumbs up!

One of my bosses had her baby yesterday, so I think things are about to get busier! That’s another client! 100 101 on our waiting list :)

Ooh, I lost again this week, which is some more awesomeness, but I hoped it’d be more as I didn’t go over my points at all last week, so I was a bit disappointed. However, weight is still being lost, so thus I am still awesome. In fact, I’m so awesome, I am currently wearing a T shirt I bought which was too small for me. More thumbs up! We had fish ‘n’ chip shop chips after our weigh-in on Wednesday. Seriously, they should bottle the smell of fish ‘n’ chips for fat fighters like me. I would’ve eaten the whole shop if Sue wasn’t there to guide me out of the door…

I had a really good night in the pub last night. Yes, I got slightly very drunk. Yes, I abused Facebook like I always do. You guys know the deal. But I didn’t call my Nan at stupid o’clock, because it was St. Patrick’s day and I made sure I called her before I went out. I have decided that my family are pretty awesome. The lot of them. It’s a nice realisation. Maybe I’m still drunk.

AND I have my awesome bright red hair back again.

But pros and cons, my friends. Fred, my Tamagotchi (Alfred’s baby if you’re keeping up), ran away from me the other day. I just completely forgot to keep feeding him, because I’ve been so busy and I’ve put him on silent, so he doesn’t beep, so there was no way he could tell me he was hungry. So now we have Carl, who is still in my coat pocket and I haven’t even looked at him this morning… I’m not feeling the Tamagotchi thing so much anymore.

I should have started training for the big swim last night, but hair dye and drink seemed a whole lot more appealing… I have five months to get into shape and swim twenty one miles in seven days. God help me.

Also, it’s a shitty dreary day today and I am nursing a hangover in the office on my own. What I’d give for a McDonald’s breakfast right about now. They should deliver.

I have a busy few weeks coming up as well. Not only is this leafleting malarchy lasting all the way to the 2nd May (I know and we’re only in March!), I have a night out with my Mum and friends next Friday, curry with my friends the Thursday after, clubbing with some of the pub staff on the Friday, Jay’s granddad’s 80th birthday on the Saturday, Mum’s birthday the following Saturday… the list does go on. I suppose it’s better than being bored and doing nothing.

Tonight, it’s Comic Relief – one of my guilty pleasures that I watch every year alongside Children in Need and The Brits – and Jay promised me wine, although the very thought of alcohol is already turning my stomach. So a nice night in, considering we were both out last night and he’s probably feeling as rough as I do right now.

This weekend, Jay and I are going to see our V festival friends (for that is what they should be known as forever, even though Jay grew up with them!), Pete and Vikki. They live a while away from us and last time we saw them, we ended up drunk in a Mexican in Covent Garden. So we’ll be watching the rugby with them in a pub.

And Sunday, we’ll be driving home, via Tesco’s, so I can pick up some fruit and yoghurt to at least pretend I’m being healthy and good this weekend.

Motivation

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I’m feeling pretty motivated this week. I think it’s all due to the half a stone lost – yes, I’m still celebrating. I don’t know where this half a stone has apparently gone. My clothes still fit the same and everything else, so my conclusion is that it has come off my face. My face weighed half a stone more than it does now.

When I recorded my weight on my online WW, they have lowered my daily points by one, which is fine, because I wasn’t eating all my points before anyways! I have completely planned out my days for eating so I’m not going over my points (although there is room to, if I wanted, but I don’t – I will lose a full stone before holiday!). I’ve even worked in my alcohol for this evening. I am officially awesome.

I suppose this motivation has appeared out of actually seeing results – not in the fitting of my clothes, but on the scales. SW didn’t show me any kind of result. Well, only the 4lbs lost the week of the accident and my diet consisted mostly of chocolate and fish and chips. I actually got slimmer of the week that week. Oh, the irony.

Stay tuned, folks. Skinny minny on the way!

Half a stone down :)

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HOORAY! Weigh in went really well last night. Although I had lost 6 and a half lbs so far, so I had to get to my half a stone this week, else there’d be hell to pay.

I am now 8lb down. So that’s another 6lb to reach a stone. So obviously, I’m going to do my very best to lose 3lb this week and 3lb the following week and then I’ll be completely awesome.

Obstacles this weekend:

  1. Pub with Mum on Friday – however I have been so good at not drinking in the pub, people are often mistaking me as my sober twin sister, Fern…
  2. Going to London with Jay where we are planning on drinking a lot. However, we are also planning on walking around a fair bit too, so hopefully the good will outweigh the bad and I will be team awesome.

Other news? Well, I’ve been taking better care of my facial skin. This was another of my new year’s resolution, remember? Due to lots of swimming, my skin had become this horrible scaley creature, but to put on lotion before getting in the pool is against the pool plant operators code of pollution. Oh yes, siree. But now I’m not swimming as much and I have time to cleanse, tone and moisturise.

And today, I’m taking my Mum for one of those fabulous fish pedicures. She’s coming to see me at 1pm and we’re going straight there. Hooray!! I’m feeling awesome today.