The Weekend Off

I’m on my “Let’s get rid of this baby weight diet” and up to now i’m doing well if i do say so myself. I’ve lost quite a few pounds now and my clothes are feeling distinctively bigger on me.

I’m sticking to my protein shakes during the day and reasonably low carb meal of an evening , the only thing i will admit to missing is snacks.  I do become quite hungry late afternoon and late on in the evening.

Previously the hubby and I would stuff our faces watching telly while we drank copious amounts of sugary coffee (well i did, the hubby goes without).  I could easily eat a huge slice of cake as well as a large bar of Dairy Nut to myself, then if i was staying up particularly late more biscuits or even a late night take away on a few occasions, the latter didn’t happen very often but it did happen.


The more i write about my diet, the more i see how i got as fat as i am.  I love food (obviously) and although i do love a lot of healthy food  such as veggies and salad, i also love all the wrong foods. Pasta, bread (oh i love you bread), cheese (oh i love you too cheese), cake, chocolate, chocolate biscuits, pizza, oat biscuits, Indian food and all the munchies that go with it.

While i do like a wide range of food i tend to stick to the same crap all the time.  I’ll have a huge plate of bolognaise and justify the cake and biccies afterwards because i had a massive pile of salad to go with it, not to mention the garlic bread the salad was wedged between.  I’m opening my own eyes the more i write, im literally shocked by myself.


Anyway enough of the being down on myself, i have literally done a u turn on my habits, except on Saturday night when i allow myself the evening off after being weighed at tea time.  Only then can i have whatever i want to eat and copious amounts of red wine to wash it down with if i feel like it.


Weigh In Day!!!!! That’s me 4th from the front with the “why did i eat that bastard Frey Bentos pie” look on her face.  (i dont like Frey Bentos pies by the way but you get what i’m saying).

But i must admit, as the weeks are going by i’m finding it more difficult to enjoy the fabulous tasting shite i used to eat, my body just can’t seem to take it, it literally goes into sheer panic.  Last Saturday evening for example i was weighed to find i’d lost a good 5 lbs so i decided a takeaway of tikka burger and chips and a few slices of pizza thrown in, along with some chocolate cookies, a hand full of popcorn and a bottle of red wine would be my treat of the day.  Over a few hours i ate and drank it all along with sugary coke, by the time id put the last piece of food into my mouth i literally couldn’t move.  That’s weird i used to easily be able to do this.

I was watching a film with my hubby and my eldest son (Trainspotting 2 for anyone interested and it was alright, not as good as the first), All i could do was lie back with my legs up on Anthony like a literal couch potato, King Eddie’s had nothing on me, i felt vile.  I was hot, beyond thirsty (more coke thanks) and my stomach was a huge ball that was uncomfortable to say the least.

5198855-mr-and-mrs-potato-head-620x350 Me, just not on a couch, i literally was Mrs Potato Head watching a film.

I went to bed about two hours after the film finished and the food had gone, i was still the same my body seemed to go into shock, i felt like if someone squeezed me i’d pop.  I lay in bed for a good hour or so just trying to get my greedy, overindulged body comfortable.  Throwing in a little panic attack, I think i fell asleep from exhaustion eventually,  i couldn’t help but wonder how i used to eat like that? on a regular basis, how do i have panic attacks from just being full? and i think it’s my body’s response to the wear and tear i’m putting on it, it’s telling me to stop, to look after it, it’s my body’s way of telling me that what i’m doing is wrong.

I got up the next day and instead of repeating my usual habit of “oh it’s Monday tomorrow i’ll start then”, i got straight back on it, bottle of water and a protein shake down the neck and i was right back on track, i also felt so much better in myself by doing so.  My day actually lifted, i felt in a better mood and my head and body felt a little clearer.

I will still have Saturday nights off, its something i need to do or i won’t stick to my plan throughout the week, and every diet i have ever done has involved me having a night off, it’s just now i will limit myself to a couple of treats instead of a whole weeks worth in one go. I need to remind myself that not everything fits in my mouth and my belly.


note to self!!!!

Purdey Makes 6 xxxxxx


What’s in my bag?

A handbag has always been a staple of most women’s wardrobe, it’s that one item that will not only finish an outfit but also serves a purpose.

Whether that purpose is to contain your make up, a change of clothes, receipts, sweet wrappers or a set of nappies, either way it’s something that very few ladies leave the house without.

My bag currently is that of a baby bag for my baby daughter, but it’s my bag nevertheless.  I love organising my bag, the excitement I get from getting a new bag is rarely for the bag itself it’s the fact I can contain my life’s important bits into one small space and neatly keep everything of purpose to me close to hand.

I say neatly, my bag remains very neat until 1. A big day out with the kids or 2. My 20 month old daughter, who has an obsession with the contents of anyone’s bag, has been mooching and very successfully broken into the said bag and pretty much obliterated it in the 30 seconds it took me to realise what she was, very quietly, doing hiding behind the couch.

Like I said a big day out with the kids can also cause catastrophic results in my bag. Empty wrappers that the kids very kindly threw at me, tickets for theme parks, leaflets I’ve used to keep the boys quiet in the back of the car, usually involving a train of some sort, small toys, once again usually a train or car, soft dolls, Barbie shoes, bobbles, baby wipes, nappies, bum creams, an odd earing (don’t even know where that came from or if it’s even mine, highly likely it is mine and has spent so long in my bag that I don’t even remember owning them).  For some unexplained reason I always find small change and random pieces of make up and a perfume bottle lid, again don’t know why they are there or how the lid escaped from the perfume bottle or how in fact my Clinique eye shadows grew legs and walked away from the rest of the contents of my make up bag, but they have.

I hate my bag being in this sort of state but it’s something that just happens as a busy mum on the go. I like to think that if I ever, god forbid had my bag stolen, that the thief would take one look at the inside of it and actually hand me it back “you’re alright love keep it, I don’t need your money that badly”.

Maybe my messy bag is something I can’t help, it’s inevitable that until my kids grown up it will always be a bit of a shit tip, but as well maybe it’s a sign of the busy life I have as well as a small trail of memories that we have collected as a family, it’s a unique product that is unique to me as a person as well as my life, so while my bag starts as a beautiful, tidy and pristine item it’s destined to end full of collectibles and happy treasures we’ve collected along the way.
Purdey makes 6 XX