So I've had an extra boring week I'm afraid. The Christmas chocolates have been attacked. The biscuits have arrived in the office. And the Bailey's has been poured at home. (If you have yet to try the vanilla & cinnamon Bailey's, I urge you to partake! It's yum. Christmas in a glass). Trying to have a fast day has been at the back of my mind - and that is where I have left it, safely stored at the back.
I flashed my hubby the other day. No not my boobs, just my belly. He laughed and told me he knew what my next tattoo should be... You guessed it.... The face of the space hopper! On my rotund belly!! How rude of him, comparing my lovely tummy to a big round orange ball. Of course he wasn't wrong. It does describe it to a T - but still, can you imagine his cheek in actually saying it. Some things should only be thought not said. Like the time I thought his bum was looking a big saggy! I thought it but didn't tell him!! Oh, hold on, nope I did tell him! Ha ha ha
When we next speak I will be a lady of leisure. Anyone free for coffee? This could be great if I use the time constructively and go to the gym. But I suspect I'll probably sit on the sofa and eat cake! I'm so going to have pull my socks up. It is a disaster with my name on in.
I need a mantra. '2 stones in 12 months. 2 stones in 12 months. 2 stones in 12 months!' There, that'll sort it.
Go ahead, judge me! But just remember to be perfect the rest of your life.
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