and I feel like we need another to get over this one!
It was manic, it never felt like we sat still, it was exhausting at times and yet it was absolutely brilliant.
We headed over to Butlins in Skegness for a week and though it rained every day, we never got caught in it. We spent times on the fair, went into Skegness where we ate doughnuts and ice cream by the sea – which is a tradition in our family, we walked into Ingoldmells where Sophie-Anne got to hold an owl called Wheezy, we went swimming, queued for an insanely long time to go and see Stephen Mulhern in his variety and magic show (totally worth it unless you ask my hubby who will say not so much but he’s not a fan so his vote doesn’t count here – it was great fun) we ate tons of junk, flew a kite on the beach, went for a paddle, Soph fought a pirate and won, we won some tat from the 2p machines, went to the circus, spent a ton of money and overall had such an awesome time that we booked to go back again next year but this time we will be adding my brother, sister-in-law and their two kids into the mix … it’s going to be hectic and I can’t wait!
One thing that I saw very clearly on this holiday though is that Sophie-Anne would really love to have a sibling. She was always looking for someone to play with and I felt rotten that we haven’t provided that for her – next year will be different as she will have her cousins to play with but I don’t think anything would beat her having a little brother or sister of her own. She dotes on her younger cousin so I know she’d be an awesome big sister and she always tells me that she’d like a sister – she doesn’t want a brother but she knows that she can’t pick and she told me she’d love him anyways – hopefully I’ll be able to get myself sorted and fill this little void she has while giving us the new family member that we crave too.
So now the holiday is out of the way we are gearing up for Soph starting back at school then there are a few birthdays and before we know it, it will be Christmas. Let the countdown begin!
Have a good one,
And what a mighty blip it’s been!
I knew that these two weeks would be a wash with regards to weight loss as we have been away on a family holiday for a week where we ate out pretty much every meal except breakfast and this second week we have had days out, where again, we have eaten nothing but crap. There has been no gym either and I had an unexpected (yet
very somewhat welcome) visit from my good old Aunt Flo. She was a freakin’ witch as per usual but I don’t see her often so when she does appear I try my best to forgive her bitchy ways … that and she always makes me want cake so she earns herself forgiveness in treats even though they are not what I need for my diet. To be honest though, when she’s in town I give zero shits when it comes to healthy food – I eat whatever will make me feel good for those few moments and regret it later.
So yeah, the food situation has been dire and weight has been gained but we had a great time away as a family and now the wheels are firmly back on the tracks so I can start all over again.
Hope you’ve been well,
So today was the last day of nursery for my little munchkin! I had built it up in my head to be this really emotional day but it was incredibly underwhelming to be honest. She was very chill about it all, none of the kids seemed that fussed – I think us parents were more worked up about it all!
I figured that taking a picture on her last would be fitting seeing as how I documented her first day at nursery and this picture made me realise just how much she has changed throughout the year, she looks so grown up now! I’ve loved watching her grow into herself, she’s hilarious, moody, demanding, loving, caring, friendly, inquisitive and a million other things and I couldn’t be prouder of her. I love her more than I can explain and I can’t wait to see what the future brings for her.
Now I’m just looking around for ideas on where I can take her and what we can do until she goes back for her reception year in September.
I’m toying with the idea of taking her to our local Pride march this weekend as it is important to me that she embraces people from all walks of life and that she realises that love between two people, no matter their sexual orientation, race, religion or anything else in-between is important, real and should be respected – sadly, I wasn’t brought up that way, my dad was quite the bigot. I remember one time my younger brother and I went to visit him and for some reason we ended up at a pride parade. There was this float of a HUUUUUGE cock complete with piercing which I thought was hilarious but then he got all pissy and we had to leave not long after that. I remember being so disappointed in him and how he acted and I don’t ever want my daughter to feel that way about me if I can help it.
I’m also looking at going to a bounce-house, the beach in the city centre, the cinema, parks, craft workshops, the library etc. and we have a holiday at Butlins to look forward to – it’s shaping up to be a busy six weeks! What are you doing with your kids over the holidays?
For my next visit the my GP to check my weight and all of a sudden I’m nervous.
Every time I have tried to lose weight in the past I have struggled to see more than 1 lb lost in a week. When I see a pound of weight loss I find myself in this weird YAY but nay kind of place. I’m YAY because it’s a pound of weight lost, it’s what’s recommended and it should be easier to sustain losing at this rate … great! but then I’m nay because other people seem to have the weight drip from their bodies by doing the same kind of thing as me, so I get a little frustrated as to why I don’t ever see larger numbers like everyone else.
The thing that always annoys me though, is that in the past I have never seemed to be able to keep this sustainable 1 lb weight loss going. I tend to lose 1, gain a little, lose a little more, plateau, gain, lose etc. Now, I know that this has a lot to do with how I handle myself – I never really liked to exercise and my dedication was never at 100% but even when I did eat cleanly for a week, the scales would never seem to tick over in my favour. Eventually I/we got fed up and decided to chuck it in the fuck it bucket along with a large greasy pizza and a tub of ice cream … and the wheels of the wagon would fall right off.
This time however, I am counting every calorie and I’m working out at a gym. I’m really trying hard and I’m proud of myself but now the doubt sets in. I have six weeks to lose 9 lbs for the Dr. That gives me a loss of 1.5lbs a week – manageable right? But I have never been able to lose that number consistently, so now I’m worried that I won’t manage it and then on my appointment day he will just look at me, shake his head and tut. The worst thing about it is that we have a week-long holiday and our wedding anniversary between now and then – times when I know that I’m not going to be as good as I should be and that’s also a week without the gym!
When I weighed in this morning I found a loss of 0.2 lbs so that’s another little loss to add-on … YAY! but then I looked at it again and wondered if it was enough. Then I got angry at myself for even thinking that – I’m working hard and doing what I can so yes it’s enough! I need to get out of my head!
I can do this!
Right, I’m off to the gym.
Have a good one,