Morning Janey, lovely to meet you! Aren’t they just? Hubby makes me laugh because he’s from Lancashire and when he says they’re the future, he reminds me of Peter Kay and the garlic bread. Fajitas! I love fajitas, I forgot about those, I think I’m going to stick those on the list for next week. Up to 8 am this morning, I’ve meal planned about three months ahead, just to be on the safe side. Curry is my favourite too, I’m the curry queen amongst my friends, I’ve been working for years to perfect Indian restaurant/takeaway style curries, without the copious amounts of oil though. Now at the next one I can have chickpea wraps instead of naan. Maybe everyone will have chickpea wraps because I can make about 5000 out of a Β£1.49 bag of flour – always thinking…
Well done on reaching week six and your journey downwards in belt notches and dress sizes π I’m a bit obsessive about my scales, so when I read on the last two plans I’ve followed now that daily weighing was encouraged, the skies parted, sun rays beamed down on me and a choir of heavenly angels sang ‘Hallelujah’. As if I needed any more encouragement.
In other news, I have just come back from a long walk. 2.4 miles if my fit app thing is to be believed. 8659 steps, so it looks like I’ll get my 10,000 steps today for the first time since April #shameface. We had a lovely walk around all the local beauty spots and woods, pier, promenade and churchyard, took some photos then ambled through the woods until we reached Waitrose where I picked up another tub of Fage (this stuff is going to become my crystal meth, mark my words) and some Heck 97% sausages which I’ve heard people mention. On offer for Β£2. Bargain. My knee is hurting, my hip is hurting, my back is hurting, darn you sciatica, but the exercise and the weightloss will all help that part in the end. Off to sizzle my prawns. Not a euphemism. Onwards! π