13 something

It's 6am in the morning, I've just weighed in and the scale said 13.13 (.8!) which is 195 pounds, am thrilled, I've even changed the battery in the scale to make sure it's not playing with me.

We managed to get to London and it was fairly painless, the kids had a good time and the view from upstairs was amazing, it was a really clear day and we could see for miles.

Tomorrow (Thursday) is Isobel's birthday, today I have to make a cake for her, we've settled on a chocolate sponge with butter cream inside and around the outside with chocolate fingers the whole way around and raspberries on the top! Wish me luck for both making and not eating! I've had to negotiate this decadent cake as I can't make character cakes, I'm terrible at anything artistic. Ready made cakes from stores here tend to taste awful, I know mine will taste good but have no idea how it will look!

Have a good day all x


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Post fill update

Ooh, that sounds very official doesn't it? There is actually very little to report but here we go.

I went last Tuesday and had a fill of 0.2 to take me up to 9cc's in my 14cc band. I did 3 days fluids more or less along with some chocolate, well it turns to liquid doesn't it? Went on to soft food and was starving, I didn't think that the fill had made any difference at all and if anything I could eat more than normal.

The fill kicked in on Sunday evening of all times, am eating less, just need to cut the chocolate! Had such a busy day yesterday that I didn't have time for eating things I shouldn't and woke up to 14 0 on the scale today (196 lbs) this is my lowest low. My scale is fluctuating quite a lot before settling (ala Biggest Looser) but I jumped on twice and got the same number so I'm taking it. 13 stone something for Christmas would be amazing.

George is poorly again, big sigh, I'm actually wondering if he takes after his paternal Grandmother and is a hypochondriac! I've brought him downstairs early and managed to get him to drink some juice and have a biscuit, he didn't eat or drink at all yesterday when I was out.
I wouldn't be so bothered, he's not much of a morning eater anyway, but we're going in to London today to the BT Tower (tall and famous building in London) to meet Santa and then go up in to their revolving restaurant, this building isn't open to the public anymore and we're lucky to be able to go, just hope that he perks up, will give lots of meds! I would skip it and stay at home with George but Paul is scared of heights and high speed lifts so there is no way at all he would go up to the revolving bit which is the most exciting thing for the kids, Paul could stay with George and I'd take Isobel but it's to do with Paul's company and they wouldn't let me in without him, as it is I have to take my passport as the building is thought to be such a terrorist risk. As ever we have no option of leaving him with anyone so lots of don't moan/don't be sick/have a lovely time vibes would be appreciated!

Have a lovely Tuesday all xx

Hello Lovelies!

Can't believe that it is the 12th of December already, where is the time going?

Thanks for all the lovely comments on my last miserable post, it really does mean a lot that you take the time to read my drivel!

Everything is going ok, George is now well although he did get an ear infection after the chest infection which resulted in a late night hospital dash. Isobel had a build a bear party on Saturday which all went well, just need to make her write the thank you cards (wish me luck) Christmas is almost sorted and the kids break up TOMORROW, TOMORROW!

My weight is ok, 14st 1 today (197 lbs) I'm going for a fill tomorrow, I really need one along with an afternoons shopping in London away from my children!

I've officially lost 4 stones, it's taken almost 2 years so I'm not poster girl for the band but I'm ok with it, I'm hoping that the next 2 stone or so will come off a bit quicker!

A stone is 14lbs.

Off to catch up x

Grumpy arsed post.

I have to preface to say that I have my period and it rarely fills my heart with joy!

I'm really fed up, George has been sick all week, really really ill, he's been on antibiotics and seems to have just started to get better, he's had some kind of chest infection and has been coughing like mad which means he can't keep anything down, hideous. He had about 5 days of good health before he got his current illness, the 2 weeks prior to that he had a sickness bug. Obviously he's been off from nursery and obviously I've been taking care of him but as much as I love him I've had enough now, I'm exhausted, I don't think I've had an unbroken nights sleep in a month and on top of getting up with George I'm really not sleeping very well. I'm also trying to plan Christmas and it's Isobel's birthday party next week.

My husband works really long hours and commutes in to central London, obviously, he can't do much. But, if he wakes up after a full nights sleep (having not heard George or been woken by Isobel to be told some fact or other) and tells me he is exhausted I will do him serious damage with a medicine bottle!

As he's been ill I've not been to the gym since Sunday and I feel guilty, I know that it's not my fault but I do. Paul has taken Isobel to a party and I'm planning to go to the gym once they get back, I also need to go shopping for yet another birthday present for another party tomorrow, I have ordered something but it's not arrived, such a pain.

My weight has been quite stable but I hit the peanut m&m's last night and am up a pound. My band seems to have shut today and I'm struggling through some salad and breaded camembert which is the first thing I've eaten today (almost 1pm here) I'm sure I'll be back down tomorrow if I keep on the straight and narrow today.

So that's it really, nothing constructive to say at all. If anyone knows him can Father Christmas send me for 3 days at a health spa with an enormous suite of my own with lots of beauty treatments and loads of trash tv to lay around watching please? Thanks