Hi folks,
It's Sunday evening so it must be time to blog. Roast pork and all the trimmings have been cooked and eaten, dogs have been walked, I have finally done all of the ironing after weeks of talking about it but it not happening. It's 8pm and just getting dark.The expected sunny weekend didn't materialise and so I have still not been to the beach hut.
It's been another week of dashing about. At least it keeps me on my toes and helps to keep the weight off! That's what I tell myself anyway. After the Easter weekend, it was back to reality for me with a trip to the dentist to have a crown fitted on Tuesday morning. It's funny how things change though. I used to be absolutely terrified of going to the dentist for any reason at all and would put off my visits for as long as I could. I would sit in the waiting room and been a bundle of nerves with sweaty hands and feeling jittery and anxious. Of course, the usual red blotchy rash would put in an appearance too. Always a tell tale sign of my anxiety levels...or too much alcohol!! Anyway, these days a dental appointment really doesn't faze me. Paying the bill is enough to bring on a panic attack but actually sitting in the dentist's chair is no problem!! My dentist even complimented me on being a great patient so I must have been ok.
On Wednesday I spent the day with my daughter and the twins and pottered about with them most of the time and tried to encourage my daughter to rest. I'm never very successful at that but at least I tried. We got a few things sorted out and I was able to help feed the babies who are growing at a rate of knots...especially young Sam who is outgrowing all of his 0-3 month clothes already. Phoebe seems much more alert and, while not really feeding any better, is at least no longer being sick. She must surely have put weight on when she is weighed this coming week.
Wednesday evening saw youngest daughter and I go to our usual swimming session and I improved very slightly on my time for the 500 metres which is my leg of the Guildford Triathlon in May.
Thursday saw us go to Weightwatchers to be weighed and, despite two roast dinners over the Easter weekend, we both lost weight. I lost half a pound and Rosie lost 2lbs which was brilliant. We have both now lost a stone and a half each since mid January and we have spent part of this weekend going though our clothes and getting rid of the items that don't fit us anymore. I even had to part with my beloved hippy trousers which no longer stay up. I was tempted to keep them 'just in case' but that isn't the attitude. I don't want to go back to being able to wear them so they have gone in the charity bag. I have brought myself some size 14 jeans - albeit TU ones from Sainsbury's - cheap and cheerful - but size 14!!
Saturday was hubby's birthday. He's not a big celebrator of such events really but we couldn't let the day go by unnoticed so he had a few presents at home and a cup of tea and a piece of cake....
....before going to meet some of the family for a pizza for lunch. We had a nice time and it was good to see everyone.
Happy days
Gorgeous Sam sleeping through the meal
It was all too much for Phoebe too!
Proud Mummy and her babies
Afterwards we went to the cricket club where we had previously scattered the ashes of hubby's Mum and Dad. We took a couple of plants to put at either end of their bench and we cleaned the brass plaques that have their names on. It's almost a year since father in law died - April 8th last year - and we wanted to get there to tidy up.
Having done that, we went home, recuperated and then headed out in the evening to the local 'bar' where we had cocktails and prosecco to round off the day. I think it was a success and hubby enjoyed it which was the main thing after all.
Dad's girl
It's been a good week in one way or another and I hope that you have all had a good time too. Next week will, no doubt, have its challenges but it's onwards and upwards regardless.
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