Diet and Exercise for Lazy People – Introduction

Hey all, happy new year!

As with the start of every new year, 2019 is full of promise to be an amazing year.  I have several wonderful events coming up this year that I am really excited for, and with the attitude make-over that I had in 2018, I know that nothing can stop me from getting what I want…  Nothing.  Apart from me.  That is where the title of this blog post comes in to effect.  “Diet and Exercise for Lazy People”.

Let’s not beat around the bush.  I am lazy.  There’s nothing I like best than lounging on my couch, either binge-watching something on Netflix, YouTube or playing on the xbox; but I have to get real.

Later on this year, we’re going to Disney World, Florida!  We went there for the first time in October, 2017, and I’ve been hooked ever since.  Well, since we’ve booked the holiday, I’ve watched our home video a couple of times, and tonight I mentioned to hubby, “oh, I’ll need to get myself some more shorts…  I like those ones,” referring to the beige coloured ones I had on in the video, “where did I get them from?  Bon Marche?  Does that even exist any more..??  I’ll have to have a look.”  Then the next photo appeared in the video.  Oh my God.  I have no shape.  I have no figure.  I am, literally, a walking blob with an overhanging tummy.

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This was the guilty photo…

It all started when I was about 21…  Maybe even up to 24.  I had given up with my weight and exercise, and I started to pile on the pounds.  Previously, I had always been a “perfect 14” (size 12 in the USA), and I was so happy and confident.  I don’t know why I decided to “let go”, but I did.

Several years and two boys later, I’m 38 years old, and I’m averaging a size 22/24 (USA 20/22).  It’s time to be honest with the world, as I’ve never really said this out loud.  I am not happy.  I have big legs, a big bum and big arms, but all of those combined don’t bother me as much as my “mum tum”.

With me, it’s not really about the food that I eat, because I can eat and stick to diets – it’s the fact that I don’t move  enough.

So, I’m now on the lookout for a suitable exercise plan that is effective but gentle for lazy sods like me.  

I’ll keep you all posted on my progress, but in the meantime I’d love to hear any thoughts that you may have, including any recommendations.



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The moment my heart shattered in to a million pieces…

Monday.  9pm.

It’s a late one, but we’ve just told Gning to pack up, and get to bed, as he needs to be up early for school.  As usual, it doesn’t take him long to start playing up and getting upset, but this was different.  He suddenly became inconsolable.

I made him come and sit beside me, on the settee in the front room.  I eventually managed to get him to start talking…

“Today has been the worst day of my life…”

I thought he was just playing up again, and I replied, “you’re only 6 sweetheart.  If you think today’s been the worst of your life, God help you when you’re older…”

He starts blubbing even more, and then starts to tell me that everyone doesn’t believe him, when he tells them that he went to Disney World, Florida, in the October half term holidays.

I sympathise with him.  I’ve been in his shoes, and he’s walking in mine right now.

When I was growing up, I was one of the lucky kids, whose parents had money.  My parents would jet off to all sorts of luxurious holidays around the globe (Egypt, Tunisia, Kenya, Mexico, Hong Kong, Bali…), and whenever I used to tell my (so-called) friends in school where I had been, they used to say I was lying.

It got to a point where even a teacher said I was lying – that there was no chance I had visited all of these countries…

I was labelled a liar, and that was that.  It didn’t matter how much proof I took in to school (photo’s), they were obviously faked.

So back to yesterday.

Gning tells me that there’s one boy in his class who is constantly calling him out.  He’s determined to prove to everyone that Gning is lying, and that he is better.

Then it happened.  The moment no parent should experience.  It only took two seconds, but right there – right then, I actually heard my heart smash.

“I’ll just kill myself…”

Yeah.  He said it.  My 6 year old “miracle baby” just told me that he would kill himself.

I tried my best to stay calm.  I grabbed him, and I held him tight.  The tears started…  I didn’t let go.  I held him against my chest for what must have been only minutes, but it seemed like hours.

I told him to go and get a tissue, to wipe his nose, and I went in to my bedroom.

Hubby was dozing off, as he has to be up at ridiculous o-clock for work.  I closed the door slightly behind me, and I said “I need your help”.  I tried to stay collected, and I told him what had just happened.  I broke again when I reiterated the words…  “He said that he’ll kill himself…”.  Hubby was cool.  He listened to what I had to say, then he got up.

Next thing you know, Hubby and Gning were both going in to my bedroom, and Hubby was cuddling him in the “big bed”.

I can’t have been that long when Gning came out.  He had stopped crying, and seemed calmer – and somewhat happier.  I told him that even though it was really late (it was about 11:30pm now), that he could put his TV on whilst he went to sleep.

Hubby closely followed, and brought me up to speed.

I had a job to do, and I needed to do it without hesitation.  I needed to bypass Gnings’ teacher (which I had already tried speaking to in the past), and go straight to the headmaster.

This morning, I dropped Donut off at nursery, and walked Gning over to school.  He went in with little hesitation.  I then crossed the road, to the head office, and asked to speak to the headteacher.  I was informed that she was in meetings all morning, but they would contact me as soon as they had spoken to her, to arrange an appointment for me to go in and speak to her, face to face.

My appointment is tomorrow.  3:15pm.  15 minutes before Gning finishes school.

Fingers crossed, everyone, this is going to be tough.

The holiday of a lifetime…

I think it’s about time that I made a post of what is going to be, “The Holiday of a Lifetime!”

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My husband visited Disney World when he was younger, but I have never been.

I can remember constantly asking my dad if we could go – I think it’s every childs’ dream – but it was never an interest of his.

However, it’s thanks to my mum & dad that we’re going now!

We have to take two planes (Manchester to Atlanta, then Atlanta to Orlando), and then we hop on the “Magical Express” to the resort.  I am SO excited!

13 days!