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Quick update

The knee has finally decided to start behaving – phew!

Right up till Friday I was wondering when it would be fit to go for a walk, stand and iron, get out in the garden, or just let me potter round doing little jobs for more than 5 minutes at a time.

On Saturday I woke up feeling ready to try any one of these but it was England v Australia in the ICC Trophy – can’t miss mauling the Aussies!

This morning I was champing at the bit so a walk round town was on the menu.  My parents, who arrived for a visit on Wednesday, left early to go home – thanks to them my top border is weed-free and ready for planting, the halogen lights under the kitchen cabinets are all fitted, and my lavendar is planted in the end towers of a garden wall.  I should add that hubby has back issues and has been suffering for the past few weeks (after spending an hour or so trying to do some of these types of jobs).  Hubby and I headed into town and I am now the proud owner of a really nice jacket!  (So far, the knee is quite happy and not being obnoxious).

All this weight loss is making what were once comfortable clothes look a bit baggy and ‘wrong’.  So I’m slowly but surely changing my wardrobe.  There’ll be less clothes but what makes it in there will be good quality.  Lots of separates to mix and match.  Classic lines that don’t go out of fashion.

Also called at a garden centre to start planting perennials in my newly prepared border.  I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat.  If the knee is happy I shall start going on walks this week.

Nothing new to report

Just plodding on, getting ready for the Gosport Mile next weekend.  The rest of my runs till then will be milers rather than structured.  I managed 0.95 miles today.  Having the finishing line to aim for next Sunday will be a big help and encouragement.

One little thing to report is that I have finally gotten too small for my favourite pair of blue jeans – even with the belt on.  I look terrible in them.  I’ve only had them a year.

Weigh in – Gold Award

I am a happy bunny, so happy that I may be an annoying, tormenting little so-and-so for the rest of the day.  I got my Gold Body Magic Award – 8 weeks of 150 minutes of moderate+ exercise spread over at least 5 days.  AND I lost half a pound, despite expecting a maintain at best – 2 large glasses of wine on Saturday evening, and a gammon roast with hubby’s yummy (and not SW-friendly in the least) gravy last night.

The best thing today, though, is that I have lost 7.25 inches in 2 months.  That’s off my chest, ribs, bum/top of thighs, hips and waist.  Seriously friends, I am flying high!!!!!!!!!!!

Wardrobe massacre

I got stuck into my wardrobe this morning, dragging everything out of it and grading according to still fits/don’t fit but still good quality/rag bag/what was I thinking when I bought that.  I’m taking the black bag of still wearables (but not by me) to SW on Monday so any of the ladies who has slimmed to size 18 can help themselves.  All that is left will be taken to the charity shop.

This left me with an awful lot of hanging space so I moved my jeans in, from their shelf in another part of the wardrobe where they usually live all folded up.  I haven’t chucked out any size 18 trousers yet – can’t seem to squeeze myself into a 16 YET.

My beloved bright red jacket has to go, too.  It is way too big and my dear daughter said it now made me have a man’s shoulders – lovely child.

I now have to get myself some new smart casual tops and a couple of jackets.  Hubby and I are heading into Southampton tomorrow.  I feel a clothes shopping trip coming on.


I’ve got to raid my wardrobe for a smaller belt!  The one I’m using is on the last (or is that first) hole.  I have a pair of size 16 jeans that I can get up but haven’t a hope in fastening.  Won’t be long though.

Plus, yesterday I bought myself a new fleece ready for next winter.  I have enough that bury fit me now.  Can you imagine how buzzed I was when I realised that for the fleece to be not quite big enough now (but will be for October) I had to buy a SIZE 12!!!!  I can’t remember the last time I needed that size on top.  O!M!G!  I could zip up the 14 comfortably, if a little snug. But a 12!?!?!?!?!  I’d never have thought that’d be possible.

So this weekend’s big job (after making a start on the study) is to empty my wardrobe, have a good sort out of what I can get in now, will get in later this year, will never wear again, and ‘what the heck was I thinking when I bought that’, and see what I need to buy to spruce it up a bit.

Slimming World rocks!

Back in the driving seat

OK.  Enough of yesterday’s (self) pity party.  Today is a new day.  It’s also the second sunny day in three.  A good dose of sunshine always perks me up at this time of year.

Last night’s home made pizza doesn’t seem to have had too negative an impact on my waistline.  I also had a glass of wine.  Why?  Just because I felt like it.  I really felt the urge to get on with some housework this morning, first time since Christmas.  So the bathroom is cleaned, the downstairs loo is nearly finished, the kettle is de-scaled, the third load of washing is doing, and the ironing is pencilled in for later.  Right now I’m taking time out ‘cos my thighs are telling me off – all that squatting to standing whilst cleaning.  Plus the cricket’s on. 😉

Also, I forgot to mention yesterday that on Sunday I had to dig a belt out of the wardrobe.  My jeans were getting a bit too gappy round the waist for public decency.

Last night my daughter suggested that, as I needed a belt, maybe I’d replace some fat with muscle.  Muscle is more compact and denser, thus you are thinner but your weight doesn’t show it.  So I’m using this as my excuse for maintaining.

As I haven’t been to the greengrocers this morning there’s no fresh veg for soup making so I’m ‘making do’ with a chicken salad for lunch.  It’s a bit late now to bung a jacket in the oven (yes I know I can do them in the microwave but they’re so much more tasty out the oven).


As today was going to be a day highly likely to bring on a sweat I grabbed a t-shirt that was comfortable – not tight but not flapping in the breeze either.  Well, that was the plan.  I put it on and looked in the mirror.  It looked like I’d borrowed something that would fit the Incredible Hulk!  Whilst this is good news (losing inches as well as pounds), the bad news is that it is irreplaceable – a Bon Jovi tour t-shirt from some years ago.

Gosh!!  I must have lost some inches.