Life is a Sundae

Sorry no picture, problems uploading. Maybe just as well... It was my huge Sticky Toffee Sundae that I enjoyed the other day with my mum.

Talking of my mum, she has finally decided to read this blog! I think she thought it was going to be like some people's Facebook pages - pictures of every meal, the commute to work, morning cappuccino and daily poo (if this is you, hang your head in shame). So it made my mum cry. And not with laughter. This is not the affect I'm after! But I guess, being my mum, she can see my pain through the humour.

Now since we mentioned photos of meals on Facebook, a friend posted a pic of her lunch - a lovely salad and a measured portion of mayonnaise - but for some reason it turned me cold and sent shivers down my back. You see I've been there, done that, worn the t shirt (sizes from 12 to 18) and eaten the pie (apple with double cream). Counted every calorie, weighed and measured every morsel, written all my food intake down (and cheated thinking if it wasn't written it didn't happen!). And the thought of going back to that made me want to cry. Life just felt too short. I'm half way through (yes! I'm going to live to 100!!) and I want to enjoy it. Not shackled to my diet. So which do I choose - unhappy because I'm fat or unhappy because I'm eating salad and counting calories? Don't worry, I'm working on the alternative.

I'm away from home again. A few days with mum, a few days with my sister. And no, it's not a holiday I'm working! (Sundaes aside.) Yesterday as I succumbed to a bag of Cadbury's minis both my niece and nephew shouted in unison 'You can't eat that!' so me being clever asked 'Who says?' to which they both answered 'You - every Friday!' lol. No answer to that. 

What have I learnt this week? Sometimes life is like being stuck between a rock and a hard place, but there is always a solution! Anyway... Time for that poo picture you've all been waiting for....

If you try you risk failure, it you don't you ensure it.