Where There's a Will, There's a Weigh.................

On my previous blogpost, I was bemoaning the problems I've been having with my weight.

Over the last couple of years, the medication I was taking gave me terrible sugar cravings.

How am I doing?

My starting weight was 11st 2lbs. I'm only just over 5ft 3ins.

My usual weight has always been between

8st 12lb and 9st 7lbs.

None of my clothes fitted me. The more weight I put on, the less I was moving about.

When my size 16 trousers started to pinch................enough!

I'd read that one of the tablets recommended for the treatment of fibromyalgia has weight loss as a side effect..................

Ooooh.............I'll have some of that, I thought!

So, last week, I made an appointment with my doctor.

It was well worth the visit!

I told him of my plan. He was well impressed that I'd already managed to lose 4lbs during the previous fortnight.

(Some of my diet tips are at the end of this post)............

He agreed the extra weight wasn't helping me and gave me a prescription for the alternative tablets.

At the moment, I am taking a half dose of the old one. (I've been on them for 9 years, so I need to tail them off gradually.)

I love my Doctor!

The sugar cravings are definitely going and I have lost another 3lbs........WOOHOO!!!!!!!!

But, best of all...........I got in a pair of size 14 trousers today. YAY!!

I'd do a cartwheel........................

............but not with my bad back!

I'm feeling very positive, but it's early days yet.

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Diet Hint and Tips

1. Start the day with a good breakfast.

I have only one boiled egg............

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2. Drink plenty of fluids................

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3. A glass or two of wine won't hurt............

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4. Make sure there is plenty of fibre in your diet....................

Coconut's supposed to be VERY good for fibre.

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5. Don't forget your '5 a day'..................

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6. Cut down on cakes. I only have one piece a week now..................

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Finally...............

Don't forget...............

and..................

...........however good you are at doing the laundry..................

Do you have any dieting tips to pass on?

Don't forget to pop back and see how I get on!

That's What it's All About!

This picture is a representation of me about to take a bath. Not a very true representation, granted.

For a start, there's no mascara on the floor where I dropped the old Maybelline when I nearly poked my eye out.

This happened 'cos I was startled when the timer buzzed to tell me it was time to remove the Immac off my legs.

I don't know who they test these products on, but it wasn't long enough for my legs.

I rinsed it off and it still looked like I'd knelt in a pile of Brillo pads and they'd stuck there!

Apart from the depilatory disaster I'd been getting along fine and had just been adding the final touches to my new Cheryl Cole look.

I was sure that today was the day that my utter gorgeousness would be spotted by an undercover L'Oreal talent scout during my tussle in Sainsbury's deli aisle with the old biddies looking for the reduced items.

(Okay, okay, I know I look more like Old King Cole than Cheryl Cole, but this is MY story, remember.)

Where was I?.............................. Oh yes, me getting into the bath................

Or NOT getting in the bath, as is sometimes the case.

I'll explain, the thing is I have health issues.

I'm not talking about the three little pink pills I take each day to keep the men in white coats from carting me off to the "Peaceful little secure place the other side of town."

This is another problem, it's called Fibromyalgia (FMS) and it affects my joints. (It also affects my thought processes, but you'd already guessed that one, right?)

I won't bore you with the details, particularly as many people with FMS are much more disabled with it than I am.

So...........back to my bathing habits.

The main problem for me is that on my worst days my joints become hypersensitive to temperature, so that when my skin is wet it feels much colder than it is and this causes discomfort.

I can also be a bit weak in the knees, making it difficult to get out of the bath.

(Not the same'weak in the knees' I feel when David Tennant pops round to clean out me gutters and trim me lawn.)

I really, really try not to let it beat me, although I'm not always successful! It sometimes needs a novel approach when dealing with practical matters.

I found the solution by way of a bath seat, not the mechanical type my Mumsie has, it's basically a board that sits across the top of the bath.

Oh, here we are, I've found a piccie!

So, I run the bath, get on the seat, and wash and dry myself a bit at a time so that the skin around my joints only stays wets for a few seconds.

I was having a particularly bad day and was just beginning my ritual. Hollie, my 4 year old granddaughter came into the bathroom.

So she sat on the toilet lid swinging her legs and watched me with great interest.

Now, this cute little girl is full of imagination, so can sometimes say things that, how can I put this ........well they're not exactly true.

So when she said, "We do that at Nursery," I murmured absent mindedly, "Oh do you?"

She jumped off the loo and said she was going downstairs to find her daddy.

I finished getting dressed and went downstairs.

"Mum, what were you doing?" asked Phil, my son

"I was having a bath," I replied

"Hollie said that you were doing the Hokey Cokey like they do at Nursery."

I raised my eyebrows.

"You must stop making up these stories, Hollie!" said Phil

Her little eyes filled up and she said,

"Nanny was doing the Hokey Cokey! She put her right leg in, her right leg out."

The reason I remembered this little story is because of this I saw on a tshirt today..........................