Woo Hoo!

Routing through the wardrobe this morning and I came across a pair of combat trousers that Tracy had brought me for my birthday – I’d not been able to get them on at the time. Well I could just about get them on but the button was under intense strain, and there was a part of me trying to escape over the waist band. That’s the trouble with shopping in England. You can buy a size 16 in M & S or Next and it will fit, nah problem. Then go into New Look and find that their size 16 you can’t even get a leg into. Very depressing at the time, cos no way was I changing them for the next size up. So the trousers had ended up in the wardrobe and to be honest, I forget about them.

But today, not only could I get them on there was room to spare. I’ve even had to put a belt on with them as I found as I was cleaning up this morning I was doing a rather good impression of ‘Builders Bum’. So…Woo Hooooo, I say.

Which means that I should probably get on the scales to see if I’ve actually lost any weight. When dieting I’ve found that it’s not good for me to keep weighing myself – if things aren’t quite to my liking with the figures, I get depressed and then start eating all the things I shouldn’t. Best to just look occasionally and last thing at night just before I get into bed – so I won’t be tempted with a Mars Bar. Although I’ll admit I have been know to have the odd midnight feast.

Which also means that I’ll be looking at giving certain people the odd nudge – like……Nicole! :-) Just a small, tiny reminder that she should be thinking about starting that story she mentioned *grin*. Nicole – you can run but you can’t hide, you’re a marked woman. Pooks paragraphs are a little on the none existent side too – but she’s been rather busy of late so I’ve not mentioned it to her. Well, only once. And again here obviously - but hardly uttered a word really.

I didn't blog yesterday, in a bit of a funny mood which carried on into the evening - this was after we'd been shopping in Tesco and I'd subjected two shoppers to 'death glares' after they bumped into me; one with a trolley and the other with a basket which she walloped my elbow with. Why do they call it the funny bone? I couldn't even raise a smile.

My mood didn't go down at all well with Himself, who got the brunt of me trying to pick a fight. Which by 9pm he'd had enough of, so he put a stop to. I then ignored him for the rest of the evening instead. Which, apparently he can live with - it's the right gobby bitch that get's his goat.

Not at all sure what is happening on job front with Youngest - he didn't ask if he was going to be offered a job. But he did say goodbye to his boss, who then said 'Have a good weekend, see you Monday'. So I'm taking it as a good sign if he wants him back again and told Child that he needed to ask out right on Monday if he was being taken on. Kids! Who'd have 'em.

Right, I’m off to reword a few things in JJ which I'm not happy with and then it's FINISHED – just have to get it past Scally (who's Birthday it is tomorrow) and her little pink boxes. Happy Birthday SO :-)