For Emily!!!

It has been mentioned to me by a certain jet setting, high flying, impossibly lovely family member that I haven't posted for a while so.....

Luke graduated University, nah scratch that, Luke graduated High School, noooo, Luke graduated Nursery!!! Yes, 'tis true, my little munchkin got to wear a cap and gown to a graduation ceremony held at Ladybirds Nursery for the leavers. Can't begin to tell you how emotional I was, it just seemed weird that he had finished his time there with his little mates and was now going to be starting big school in September, mind you am sure that a few tears were due to the fact that I now had to entertain him for 6 weeks!! Have got an absolutely blinding piccy of him which I must must must get posted onto the blog (as soon as I get somebody willing/able to do it), he is in full cap and gown clutching his "diploma". So cute!

Have also been attending Weight Watchers with mum. Ohhhhh, how unbelievable this experience has been, got to say it really does work, so am not going to type a load of anti diet club stuff here, but it also does tickle my weird sense of humour. I did mention in my previous post that I hit 40 and strange things starting to happen to my girth, I've always battled with my weight though so I shouldn't really be surprised. Inside me is a skinny woman screaming to get out it's just that I tend to shut her up with high calorie foods. So ...

Mum and I turned up at the first meeting which is held at a little theatre inside Runcorn Halton Lea Library, the class is run by a very excitable Australian woman who is very nice but, I don't think she "gets" me (let's just call her Mavis). After everyone had been weighed (a very very traumatic experience) we all sat down and had a little group discussion, some of the more long term members had lost huge amounts of weight, am talking 60lbs in some cases. At the end of the meeting the new members got to talk to Mavis and we were handed all the relevant information sheets, we were taught how to work the Weight Watchers plan and then Mavis told us in a very caring way that she is " contactable 24 hours a day in case we have any problems or worries at all. " "Really, I asked, you mean I can ring you if I suddenly find myself alone in the house with a pack of choccy biccies, you will help me?" "Yes, she replied, I will help you." I now have visions of her coming swooping in through my kitchen window dressed in black SAS style. At this point we left the meeting clutching our info packs and also our sides. (Mum is very much on my wavelength so I blame her for my inability to take these things too seriously).

We are both doing very well though, it's our 7th week into the plan (must not call it a diet), mum has lost 10lbs and I've lost 11 1/2 lbs. The only problem is the weekly weigh in, it is very stressful, the thought of not losing any weight one week is really awful, think it is because we work so hard during the week at monitoring what goes in our mouths. Last Tuesday morning mum actually became feverish in the line up, she was muttering to me and Luke "this is crazy, why do I get so stressed?", "don't know" I replied "but I feel faint, I'm so nervous." Luke was looking at us in the way that only a man who has never had to watch his weight can, "Mummy there is no reason to be worried or nervous" he said to me "just step on the scales and step off again, it's easy." Yeah, right easy for him to say. Well, we both lost 1 1/2 lbs so it was ok.

Some people though do take it to extremes, one lady was taking off all her heavy jewellery and stuffing it into her handbag! Really. I reckon if they could get weighed in the buff they would do.
Not that you would ever catch me wearing my now too loose very lightweight combat pants without a belt just so that I may weigh a fraction of a pound lighter.