I am going to rewind to before the SSS I have already told you about...
Saturday 6:15am **alarm sounds*** I roll over to slap Matt (this is how
the alarm system works in our house, as he doesn't hear the alarm - and
its on his side on the bed)
'Turn it off,' I growl. I had my cranky pants on.
Matt slinks off out of bed I roll over and drift back off to sleep...
for about 15 minutes as he clomps out the front door, off the verandah
and out for his run...
My cranky pants made it hard for me to fall back to sleep as I muttered obscenities under my breath...
Eventually, the puppy scratching at the door woke me up enough that I
decided to get up and start my day... I had a lot to do anyway...
So I got up and showered, got the kids up and breakfasted about an hour
later Matt gets back from his 28km run... and blurts out - just over
1000 Cals done!
Ok, so I'm jealous, I know it - you know it, but I can't let him know
it... I am the supportive smiling one... But seriously, One and a half
hours running, no stopping who does that?, and he burns calories like
paper... So I smile and congratulate him (bristling at the unfairness
of it all), and while he is in the shower I get ready and head off for
I get home, Matt has gone to the shops with the youngest son, so after I
shower I remember I need to make 24 cupcakes for Matt's work picnic
that is on Sunday... Ahh crap!
Off I go making cupcakes like a woman possessed... Finally finished the
cupcakes and cleaning the kitchen when Matt comes home and declares,
'You should relax baby, I'll make dinner...'
Now most women would be over joyed at this prospect, and don't get me
wrong Matt is a very good cook... however my darling husband fancies
himself as a weekend chef... not a cook, but a chef... and I say chef,
because chef's don't need to clean up after themselves...
Matt uses 2 pans where one wold suffice, every ingredient goes into a
bowl first (more washing) and then at the end of the meal, he uses the I
cooked... you clean rule.... which never works when I cook every other
day of the week...
Anyway, now the kitchen is a mess and I still have to make the icing and
decorate the cakes... but I am sooo tired that I go to bed at 9:30pm
and decided to leave the dishes to the morning... BIG MISTAKE
Sunday, my day off!! (the following content is rated MA, recommended for mature audiences only)
Ahhh leisurely lay in... I get up and have a shower at 7:30am get back
into bed for a kidless cuddle and it appears that Matt is feeling a
He sleepily cups my breast in his hand, then takes it away as though he
was stung, now fully awake he he looks at me and says, 'Hey, where have
my boobs gone!'
Ok, typical man, didn't notice my pants are falling off, or that I look
like a homeless person in ill fitting clothes, but he noticed THAT!!...
Still I am taking it!! So, it took me losing nearly 11kgs, countless
cms and about 10 weeks of diet and exercise but he finally noticed!
After madly decorating the cakes (and leaving yet more mess for later
on) we headed off to the Adelaide Botanical Gardens, where we had a
ball, we played cricket - I totally wore the wrong bra and kept bouncing
out of my bra when I had to run, which was a lot as we were playing hit
and run rules, which was hilarious as I wasn't the only under prepared
Mum!! Plus I ran without complaint (this was new for me)
I loved participating instead of being the commentator of the umpire... I
know some of you know what I mean, easier to do the non active roles
when you're bigger... The kids had a great time and Matt and I even went
for a walk to the Diggers club shop to buy tomatoes and sprouts!!
Usually I would have been grumpy by the time we got home, but I wasn't.
I had participated, and really had a good time, I even met new people,
something I used to try to avoid!
I am sooo glad that I started this journey and I can't wait till I reach
my goals! (oh and until I can buy some new pants... I wore a belt
yesterday to hold up my shorts... first time in 8 years!!)