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11th November 2011

4th Weigh in

For the full story about my weight loss journey, please read….Okay, so it’s not a tumor.

Another week is over and another 2lb loss 🙂

I’m really pleased because it’s proof that I can lose weight without having to count every calorie.
I’m keeping my portions down and not snacking as much in the evenings.

Another loss means I can have my Friday night treat and I think pizza followed by cake and custard is on the menu for tonight.

I’ll hopefully, if I remember be back with photos tomorrow!

Weight loss so far: 11lbs

3lb to go and I’ll have lost my first stone :o)

Flashback Friday 11/11/11

I’ve been absent from most of my blog hops since going on holiday. I’ve missed taking part in them so I decided today is the day I catch up!
Here’s my Flashback Friday and if you’d like to join in, click the pic 🙂

I came across this old photo that I had totally forgotten about and it brought back some wonderful memories.
Growing up, I lived in a small village. It seemed we knew everyone on the street and they all knew us. The grown ups would spend time each day sitting on the walls of the front gardens, drinking tea and having a natter while the kids played.
I don’t know if my memories of this time are all true because we moved from this street before I turned 8 but I have a feeling that life was quite relaxed back then. There was a great community spirit and this photo reminded me of that.
I used to look forward to the carnival and remember one year dressing up as ‘winter’ for our schools float.
On this photo, the Indian to the left is my Uncle Billy. I’m the little one on the back of the float, nearest Billy, looking at him. My mum is on the left, I’m not sure who is in the middle and I think her name was Rosie on the right.
I don’t recognise any of the children but I’m sure my mum will. I’ll have to ask her.
After parading round the streets, I think we’d end up at the Welfare which is the local working men’s club.
There would be stalls and games on the field and the people inside would play pool or just relax and have a chat with friends. It would be an all day celebration and I loved it.
I don’t think they do the carnival anymore which is a shame. Things like carnivals bring people together.
I’m sure if we started doing these community projects more, our sense of community would grow and we’d have more friends.
I used to feel like I totally belonged in that village and even when we moved to a neighbouring one, I was still treated as one of them.
I loved growing up where I did and I feel a bit sad that even after living here nearly 8 years, I feel like an outsider. I know it’s my own fault because I’m not very outgoing and don’t find it easy to be relaxed around people but still, it’s sad feeling like you don’t belong somewhere. I hope that with the girls being born here and Aiden growing up from when he was 3, they’ll all feel totally comfortable and part of the community.
I don’t think I ever will but I won’t dwell on it. I love our home, garden and family and as long as I’ve got those things, I’m happy 🙂

Lest we forget

For the Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flash of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Dear So & So – The poorly foot edition

Dear foot,
please hurry up and get better. I feel like an old woman, hobbling everywhere.
These arch supports are doing a fantastic job; they help keep the pain to a minimum but my poor skin is starting to feel it now. Being wrapped up all day and all night long is making the skin dry and sore.
I really would appreciate it if you could stop now and get better.
Thanks in advance, her in pain.

Dear great big huge *bleeping* printer,
you made me cry and shout and swear….a lot yesterday. You made my big toe nail go instantly blue and you did it on the already poorly foot. (For anyone confused, I was sorting out the cupboard under the stairs and we have a huge heavy printer on the floor in the cupboard. I tried to move it by myself, which didn’t work out very well) I feel sure there’s a conspiracy against me but ‘they’ whoever they are will not win!
Yours, the one who is disgruntled and not at all happy with you.

Dear husband,
thank you for putting up with my cleaning/sorting/organising session over the last few days. Thank you for getting the new shelves. I love being able to walk in the cupboard and have everything to hand without having to pull loads of boxes out first 🙂
You’ll be pleased to know the living room no longer looks like a bomb has hit it but I can’t say the same about the kitchen yet, sorry *kiss*

Or the hall…sorry *kiss kiss*

Or our bedroom….sorry *kiss kiss kiss*

Good job you love me, isn’t it darling? :oD

Dear So and So...
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