Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Island Hopping

Friday saw the beginning of half term and a stop over to the Isle of Wight to wish G's Aunt R a happy retirement at the 'do' her sons had arranged at the school where she works.

We got there at 8 and left at midnight.

Cinderella could have kept going until dawn.

Whilst delicate T, our resident creature of habit flopped about and gave me that sullen look that means I'm not coping.
A makeshift bed was erected from canteen chairs and by 9pm, within the long sports hall curtains Sleeping Beauty was out like a light. No photos sadly.

We made it back to Grandpa's and I wondered why I wasn't sleeping.  I wake up naturally somewhere between 6 and 7, I don't have curtains but they were drawn in the room so the darkness completely threw me. I thought it was 3am and I was waiting for the heart attack.
But no, Grandpa another creature of habit puts the kettle on at 7am and these starlings outside the window started making noise like hatchlings in a factory.
Time to get up.

Someone is desperate for a shed/workshop/timberyard can you tell.

Last time we were on the island I joined English Heritage we had been to Osbourne House and I figured that we would take G on our next visit, this was it and that is where we headed, along with fifteen members of the family who arrived in their own time ..... we didn't meet up with everyone.

It did not matter, I had a lovely time, the girls met their second cousins and we ambled along at a very leisurely speed. Except for the bit where we really picked up the pace, when I realised we might miss the earlier ferry home, we dumped the remaining cousin, fiance and Aunt with love in the gold drawing room and legged it through the house and back to the carpark.

Despite my haste the private rooms of Albert and Victoria still take my breath away.
You can still feel the love.

It's Autumn down at the Swiss Cottage. We had a catch up picnic in the play park for at least an hour.

G and I are going to arguing over tiles for our bathroom very soon I can feel it.

Out by the best Christmas Tree ever.
See this collage, she collected the shells and put this together all by herself what a clever little Queenie.
Bloody hell.

The guide was good and turned away. We headed down to the beach

Someone had to decided how not to be naked in front of everyone because she had to go in despite the crappy rain.

It really did rain so we took shelter in the beach cafe, more coffee and ice creams. If you didn't know, there are lovely changing rooms at the cafe so you can swim and dress in comfort and use a lovely loo.

These pine trees have really huge cones, there are none on the lawn, I think they clear them.
I love a pine cone .

When we were on the boat, P wanted us to sit in the sun

and burn out our retina.


Happy Days

Winter is coming and hopefully so is our heating.
Roll on Friday because I've got washing as high as a mountain.


Thursday, 16 October 2014

Get Fit & Loose Some lbs...Lots of Them.

Since breaking my ankle
I am really really unfit and I don't want it to always be like this because it sucks.

A brief and recent very honest history.....

I weighed myself last year, huge amount 16st6.
I don't' think that I have followed that many faddy diets but since I've been fat, I have. Mostly I try to eat healthily and mix it in with a fad, I can't think of an example right now but none have been successful.
I saw Queen Latifah interview a very svelte Boy George, I think it was a cooking segment and he demonstrated how to make a pesto and talked about his weight loss and mentioned his nutritionist, I looked her up to see what her thing was and from what I can gather it is quite clear that I eat too much, healthy or not and that is why I weigh as I do, did.

So the bones of it are, eat and leave enough time for the food you ate to do it's job, feed you, give you nutrients, digest and make you hungry again. Basically the way G eats, three meals a day and the man has stayed under 11 stone at 6ft2 his whole adult life.

I'll do that then. I think that was the latter end of last summer and by the time I got on the plane to Madrid last October I had dropped to 15st3. Bonza

I was desperate to drop into the 14's to make the real difference but this wasn't bad.

Put on a couple of pounds whilst away and another couple of pounds over Christmas but by New Year I felt well and truly STUFFED and uncomfortable so, like I'd hit 20stone which I hadn't at all.

So with all the hype around 5:2, I bought the book and thought I'd try, a trip to the GP for something and she said, 5:2, great idea. Sure enough the Madrid/Christmas pork quickly shifted and I was back at 15st3 and felt a lot better and it is as easy as they say.

Three months passed on 5:2 and not another lb off. During this time I decided that I needed to move the body to help the process, so I set the alarm for really F******* early and headed down to the pool before the kids woke up and on the way to the super market I would stop off at a park and stagger round it. I swim better than I run.
Couldn't hurt.

I will admit that this activity was irregular I got disheartened and I was beginning to cheat at 5:2, I wasn't asking for miracles just a brief glimmer of hope by dropping down to the next stone but nothing came and it was making me sad.

G felt for me. I asked if we could hire some 'equipment'. We had done this before, a sleek looking water rowing machine, we had managed 4 days before having a blazing argument over technique and neither of us went near it again. Fond memories.
He looked into it. Buying was cheaper than hiring. Could we get second hand?
Yes, but the good machines weren't readily available on the second hand market and those that were, were hundreds of miles away.

He bought me a Nordic Track new, on sale, and said that if it worked it would be worth it and we could sell it and it would still be cheaper than going to the gym, which I don't have time to do.

It arrived. It isn't a crappy one.

I had a turn, within two minutes, in my head, I was wishing for more money, land and lap pool.
Outdoor preferably, burn more calories, think like an anorexic.
I sweated buckets.

Within weeks I was making my way through the weight loss settings strangely I didn't feel I needed to eat more which was something that I worried about. That initial difficult level is now like a stroll in the park.

You plug the thing in and off you go. It even gives you a reading.
Oh, all these pics are the wrong way round. Annoying.

Madonna looks great working out, she's been at it a lot longer than me, the reality at the Homestead is more like this.

and this is really what no make up looks like.
Note: fix teeth.

So after half an hour I go and do stretches, planks and side bends and things where you lie on you back with your legs in the air and dip your ankles to the ground. I even do a Tracy Anderson Sexy arms work out which is a killer.
Top that, I am still faddy and am almost a vegan if you don't count all the fish and cheese that I eat.

Ultimately everything on me is me, I have no water retention, there is no bloat and most of all I feel so much fitter.
I've gained 9lbs. I am afraid it is all about the numbers.



Catch Up After a Comment!

I write this blog so that as a family so we have a record of what we do and my thought processes to being at this stage of my life?
At the beginning of this year I sort of felt a slump in keeping up with regular postings and a noticed that too in other blogs that I have been reading for years maybe there was something in the internet water.
I have to remember that this is important because when I look back over the contents I get immense joy in remembering a day out etc so with that I am going to clear down my desk top here goes.

Oh! they've changed the way you up load I hope it isn't complicated.

Look at the hedge around the window, I secretly hanker after a 1960's home, defo gonna do this when that happens.

The hedge photo is from Into the GLOSS
and the underwear print is from The Selby
Both are daily reads here at the Homestead.

For all yo crochet crafters out there, isn't the starfish beautiful.

Should have cropped this photos or enlarged before posting but I deleted, on a recent trip to the IOW I took this photo, isn't the roof beautiful not to mention the brick work.

For Fathers day this year I got the girls to decorate some cloth and then we/me sewed the pieces up into a dad bag. Handy and he uses it kids crap.

Our stairs need painting, I was going to do them cream/posh bone, not so sure but quite like these!
Our stairs don't look like these, but they could do if I squint or remove my specs.

Big storage basket for toys etc? maybe I have a hook big enough but is that rug wool?

Guerrilla photo taking in a gallery a few years ago, I think I managed one more. Women working in war, why didn't I buy the program maybe it didn't have what I was after. There were some other paintings of ladies queuing for shopping, I'd love to know so much more.

Other than the dream 10960's bungalow at the top of this page it would have to be this stone box in
St. Pancras I could ramble round in that quite happily if you had all money and the means to buy. Bet those windows are crittall and let the draft in in winter, maybe they had them done.

So lets end with some Doughnuts, doughnuts on top of frosting on top of cake. Yep you'll need milk to wash it down because just looking at it feels a bit full on!

There are lots of photos on the desktop, many of them in groups for future posts, and I can't remember the reasons but the photos are lovely so I might just post them anyway for no good reason other than that.


Sunday, 7 September 2014

P Starts School

Put the girls to bed on time for the first time this holiday and then it hit me, this was the last day of having a child with me at home and I have been crying since.

It's just gone 11pm and I have been looking at photo's of the kids since 8:30pm, this blog helps remember events but the bits in between seem foggy.
So here goes a mega photo dump of P's personality.

I found a 100 photos of this dinner time, that is gravy down her legs.
She basically has just made a mess from the day we brought her home.

It's been her job since she was squat to put the milk bottles out, yep, glass! Opens the front door empties the water into the plant and leaves them by the mat. Very grown up.

G locked her in one of those secure baby holders whilst he helped T in the loo. Not happy once harnessed down.

 I hate getting the paints out. Trying to swim like a mermaid, Tears which I won't miss and this last one is me trying to have a quiet wee early in the morning.

If I am honest I've not really got much done since she arrived! Never mind.

I can't believe I am so upset.

It has been a couple of weeks of putting uniform together and sewing on labels and buying shoes. I thought what a relief it would be to have some time to myself to concentrate on anything.
Actually it's the end of a chapter. There is no baby number three so this is it. Full time education.
And it sucks.

I think it's going to be sunglasses at the school tomorrow, I think it's going to kill me.