Archive for December, 2008

December 8, 2008 • 14 Comments

When I was younger I was so self-disciplined it was scary. Well, it scared my mother. Now……….. I’m so pathetic it’s not funny.

For example:

Chocolate Biscuit Cake. Doesn’t it look yummy. It is. I only make it at Christmas, for obvious reasons (like, if I didn’t I’d need elastic waistbands on all my clothes). So, I made this year’s Christmas batch and put it in the freezer, with just a small piece of tape on each end. Sufficient, I thought, to stop me sneaking a piece out and zapping it in the microwave. WRONG!! There’s only half left. I can’t believe it. Now I’ve taped it so much it will take a week to open it, and I’ve hidden it in the motel freezer under loaves of bread. Surely that will be enough to deter me!!!! I’m not making mince pies until very close to Christmas.

Another example of my failing will power…..I’m trying to do weight watchers points at the moment, in anticipation of my visit to the UK in May, so everyone can say how good I look. HAHAHAHAHA I do well for a few weeks then I get into sabotage mode. This week I put on 4 pounds. Started again two days ago, lasted one day and then suddenly at about 10pm last night I found myself eating a bag of chips… WTF.

Writing…. I have a fabulous new idea. I’ve saved about 50 pages of research that I’ve downloaded from the net to help me plan it, so what am I doing…. blogging, surfing, even motel stuff that could wait. WHY???

All helpful suggestions gratefully received.

December 2, 2008 • 9 Comments

I came across a review of The Second Virginity of Suzy Green today…. don’t you just love google alerts! It’s on Hope’s Bookshelf (thanks Hope).

I’m going back to exercise class today. I had a week off (due to some minor surgery, which is perfectly ok) so I’m imagining how much my muscles are going to ache tomorrow. Not that I’ll let that deter me. Toning the wobbly arms and thighs take precedence. Though, if I said I was a reluctant exerciser that would be an understatement. I know I have to do it and it’s good for me blah, blah, but where’s this endorphin rush everyone talks about? Why do I always leave on a Thursday and think hurray I don’t have to go again until Tuesday?

And while I’m on the subject of things I don’t get, let’s talk about cooking!!! I do it because I have to. We’ve got to eat. But it’s not fun. I know people who spend hours and hours cooking the most amazing dishes and then they’re eaten in 5 minutes, probably forgotten very quickly and all that’s left is loads of dirty dishes (ok so the plus side is you can put the dishwasher on, which is cool).

So, why do it… when you could spend the time watching Mamma Mia or Love Actually on DVD… or writing…. or watching TV… or going out to the movies… or walking on the beach…. or reading…..

Okay, I’m done with being philosophical I’m off to bake some muffins to take to exercise class….