Without the new ugly coat, sorry, the ugly coat I’ve borrowed from a kindly fat man, I wouldn’t have been able to do my steps this last week or so. I could drive to the gym to use a machine I suppose, but I don’t know about that. I feel like I’m on a camping … Continue reading Compfing with Fenchie
Last Saturday was the queens official birthday, trooping of the colour. It's the one day a year that I am not in favour of a republic. So much so, that during the airforce fly past I’m not only glad to have a royal family, I would like to be the queen. I’ve seen the film … Continue reading My majesty
I’ve recently read a couple of keep fit articles that advocate morning exercise. Exercise on an empty or a fasting stomach is really efficient with regards to weight loss apparently. Ok, I can buy into that. The idea put forward frequently and by many that morning exercise invigorates you for the rest of the day, … Continue reading The grand old Duke of York
I can’t be held responsible for what my face says. I read that on facebook. I suppose those cards with inane sayings are popular for the dull truths they tell. That one is definitely true of me and the relationship I have with my face. I try, I really do try to keep it under … Continue reading What my face says
Part 1. Perfect timing The diet isn’t happening at the moment, I'm not even managing to eschew sugar, however my walking regime is going very well. I am stepping fabulously, and although this isn’t translating into weight loss, yet, I’m definitely firmer. Mostly I walk on my own at the minute as Cornflake has Plantar … Continue reading The London walking trilogy
To keep you updated: 1. The fat ugly cat is back. It’s more cautious than previously and a bit pissed off, I fear that some shitty somebody has been unkind to it. I gave it extra fuss. 2. I still haven’t reached the two stone, January weight loss target but I haven’t gained any and … Continue reading Catch up
The week before last was the anniversary of our Mum’s death. Frenchie and I like to be together to mark the day but it wasn’t possible this year. We nursed mum in the last weeks of her life, with support from carers, the district nurse team and the doctor. You might imagine that it was … Continue reading A bottle of Baileys and three pairs of shoes
This morning I thought I’d go for a walk pre working from home. It’s amazing what a dull English winter day can offer in a Royal Park, especially one with giraffes. The walking time helps me to focus, break the sofa charm and put me into work mode. A walk in the park is a … Continue reading A walk in the park
Dear Reader, you may have been wondering where I’ve been. I have taken an extended break from almost all things, I’ve been practising being a lazy tart and it seems that I have a distinct talent for it. My fitbit believed that I died a couple of months ago. I like to think that it … Continue reading Is it Spring yet?
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