Why is it only when you’re ill that you appreciate how good you actually feel on a day 2 day basis? I feel awake, energetic and almost pain free (feet). what with the build up to the busy weekend and then the weekend itself followed by illness, my fitness routine has been non-existent Nas and the Dogs have suffered the most from this (not RSPCA suffered, they are all still fed watered clean and healthy) I am sure they miss the extra attention and time I spend with them, Nas especially gets very grouchy if he doesn’t get groomed and some kind of interaction. And the dogs use any excuse to bundle towards the door thinking they are going out.

I have got to get back on track with it, I found the Pilates DVD a little disheartening, the ten minute programme wasn’t too bad, I am just really bad at putting a DVD on. I am looking forward to the new fitness releases for the PS3 we recently got ‘the move’ the games at the moment really don’t interest me, archery and disc golf seem a bit pointless to me – in fairness I haven’t given it much of a chance I don’t have time or energy sometimes to play games – that is about to change though with the release of ‘Michael Jackson The Experience’ game, and the ‘Ea sports active 2’. I’m looking forward to trying them both out. In the meantime I will stick to walking the dogs and grooming Nas, as well as swimming once a week. I really don’t want to join a gym or go to any classes, not because I’m unsociable but because I value my family time. 

My weight this morning was 338lbs I’m 3lbs away from being below 24stone that is if it’s a true reading, I’ve had this before – after an illness I have found it impossible to maintain the weight loss. And it just leads to disappointment in the end once my water levels go back to normal. Fingers crossed though if I’m ultra good. 23st 10lb whish is a significant weight for me, isn’t too far off now.  It was where I stayed for a long time and even though I use to panic about being nearly 24stone it was a figure I was use to. Imagine my shock when I got on the scales and they had gone up over a stone, shock probably isn’t the right word, more like panic.

 when I finally accepted that I was in fact 25stone – to begin with I thought the scales were broken, hence the array of new scales I bought before finally realising that yes I was that heavy -Anyway once it dawned on me, I was genuinely scared (still am) as I said to the doctor this is ‘drop dead territory’ no one wants that ever, and especially now I have Horatio the thought of leaving him without a mum is too much to bear. I had 26 years with my mum and it wasn’t enough, I think about her every day in some way or other, I know people say the pain gets easier. It doesn’t you just do a better job of dealing with it. 

Happy Byes….. (although sad about my mum, I now have a lovely husband and beautiful son)