Do you ever just feel like you're on a treadmill? You can't stop. You can't catch your breath. You have to keep walking but you just want to shout 'Stop!' Please just give me a minute, to take stock, to look around and smell the roses! This is not helping me lose weight. I can't think about it. It needs planning, and will power, and strategy and brain cells firing... But I just can't do at the moment. I'm on a run away train. Choo-choo!
You'll never believe this? We popped to Newcastle at the weekend for a flying visit (literally 36 hours!!) And I managed to put on 4lbs! Yes I had PMT, yes I was expecting a wheat baby, yes I indulged BUT 4lbs. How is that even possible?? I'm good - but I'm not that good.
Well it's that time again. I think it is time for another poem! Lol I knew you'd be excited.
Afternoon tea
My friend took me out for afternoon tea
A late birthday gift, a big treat for me
We arrived at the castle, with resident ghost
Once sat at the table (with bubbly to toast)
The waitress came over with a three tier cake stand
All that was missing was a Miners Brass Band
The sight of the cakes... My heart was a flutter
Petite finger sarnies with lashings of butter
The warm fruit scones with jam and fresh cream
I took a big bite and it tasted a dream
The top tier was last but where do I start?
Brownie, cake, macaron or a mini lime tart?
It will be no surprise that I managed it all
I slid off my chair and started to crawl
My friend had to roll me back to the car
It was a jolly good job it wasn't that far
Is it really any wonder I'm round in the tummy?
But I have to admit it was rather quite yummy!
My brain says 'crunches' but my stomach auto-corrects it to 'cupcakes'.
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