Monday, 11 January 2010

Can you feel it?

Apart from arranging wedding flowers, cars, a buffet and trying to convince Mac that he's not losing a granny, he's gaining a grandad, whilst assuring him that, what with his, current grandad he'll have the grand total of two grandads, I'm trying to sort my life out.

You know me, I do love setting myself these impossible challenges.

I've booked a hair cut next week and plan on asking my hairdresser Amanda for a shag. She won't bat an eyelid, that woman has seen it all and come out the other side smiling. At the moment, any style that doesn't mind being washed and conditioned, straightened to within an inch of its life and then scurfed up into a scrunchie gets my vote. But I've decided that this year is going to be my year, the year that I allow the thin, witty, wonderful, gorgeous, classy woman that I know is inside me somewhere come out.

I just have to convince the chubby, sarcastic, alright-in-small-doses, (very) moderately attractive, Sarf London accented woman to let her out.

I'm doing well on my Health Eating Malarky. I'm not calling it a diet as that's a sure fire way to propel me to the biscuit tin via Ayres and the chip shop. It's not that I'm never ever going to set foot in the hallowed establishment but I shall be perusing the granary bread with maybe just a little wander along to the gingerbread men as a treat. I'm not denying myself anything, I'm just being sensible. I'm not sure if it was in fact sensible to open a bag of cola bottles at ten past ten on Saturday night while I watched Most Haunted Live but hey, I didn't deny myself the ten I had. Had I denied myself, David would not have been able to partake of any on Sunday as they'd have all gone. Therefore, if I want an Ayres doughnut, dripping with raspberry jam and covered in sugar, then I'll bloody well have one. I'll just be careful the day after. Y'see? It's a piece of, erm, cake.

My reward for getting on the exercise bike once a week (for now) for twenty minutes is another Pandora charm for my Pandora bracelet that David bought me for Christmas. My aim is to be on the damn thing every other day for half an hour but the dogs seem extremely keen on my legs as they whizz round and its a bit dangerous. David has faith in me, or so he claims, but his smirk when I showed him the (rather long) list of what I'd like to be rewarded with (at his discretion) seemed more than a little smug. I'll show him.

I've ordered the Pussy Cat Dolls exercise DVD and have started eating Oatso Simple for breakfast - no wonder it fills you up, it has the consistency of glue. I'm exfoliating, cleansing and moisturising and drinking 2 litres of water a day and Janey's popping round tonight with a copy of her pre-wedding diet plan "It wasn't a diet as such, just what foods to eat with what foods and what foods not to eat with, erm, some foods" she rabbited on this morning "Terry at my gym did it for me, and he's had more than one minor celeb on his workmat y'know".

I can but try!

5 comments:

The Merry said...

The Pussycat Dolls... Exercise... DVD?????

The mind, she boggles. Do please get this DVD and review it for your eager fans. (Who are still reeling from the idea of the Pussycat Dolls making a... no, I can't complete this sentence. Please don't ask me to.)

rosiero said...

I love those "eat whatever you like as long as I
it is sensible" diets. I started one yesterday and by last night, what seemed sensible was polishing off the chritmas tree chocolates before they became a further source of temptation!

Nunhead Mum of One said...

Merry, it looks fab. They teach you how to dance to all of their hits and even how to do a burlesque routine. David is agog waiting for it to fall through the letter box....I will of course, review! x

Roserio....I was given a box of Toffifee yesterday by one of the mums at the school because I looked after her son for a couple of hours last night. It seemed VERY sensible to eat them whilst watching Most Haunted Live BUT I only had four...I took the hazlenuts out of the rest and just scoffed them! good, no?

thebakehouseboy said...

Try our Low GI Bread

Keeps you full for hours and doesn't taste like glue.

Oh, and its a diet your on.....anyone for a Danish Pastry.

Nunhead Mum of One said...

Mr Ayre you are very mean! Make it a doughnut instead huh?

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