Conversation in our bathroom at 8am this morning.
Jensen: Mummy if I kiss you, you will turn into a beautiful mummy
Mummy: So what am I now, an old witch, a frog?
Jensen: You’re fat.
Mummy: That’s not nice, Jensen.
Jensen: It’s alright mummy, I still love you.
The net result? Having watched my weight yo-yo and balloon (literally) since Christmas, I have gone out and bought the Rosemary Conley “Lose a stone in a month” book. And I am putting it to the test. Increasing my exercise alone doesn’t seem to work (I just seem to build up more appetite).
Working out how much I need to exercise to “afford” a small treat is also very sobering; 1.5 hour’s vigorous walking = one small flute of Champagne. Last night, I would have had all of my “points” for the day (had I been following the Weight Watchers’ regime) in apperitifs.
So here’s my weigh-in ( 94 cms, 11 stone one pound). Bring on the Special K and the Solo Slimmer Meals.