Absence makes the dieting bridesmaid tone up.

Hello rant readers. Apologies for the massive gaps between blogs. Don't worry, it's not as though there hasn't been anything to rant about, on the contrary, but there's been a lot going on. And sadly my Gran passed away and we had the funeral yesterday, so that kinda stifled the old brain. Anyhoo, am hoping to get back to a bi-weekly blog wherever possible, so thanks for your continued support.

Well, my bridesmaid diet has been going on for about 11 days and has about 11 days to go. So am half way through and it's going quite well. The idea is, Say No to cake, chocolate and any type of dessert; cut down on portion size and don't snack. And I'm about 90% there. I did cave one night last week and had a packet of crisps at like midnight, but don't judge me too much. Ha ha.
As I don't actually have the dress to keep trying on though, its just pure guess work. But coupled with my better eating habits, I''ve been working out and I even forked out for some hand weights. God it's hard work doing a work out with weights. I've never had any sort of upper body strength, and my body seems reluctant to start now. But really I'm just trying to decrease the bingo wings and give 'em a bit of a tone up.

One thing I never really wrote into the diet contract, and I'm ridiculously glad that I didn't, is the idea of cutting out alcohol. For me drinks don't have calories, drinks are merely essential to keep us alive, so therefore I can drink as much as I want and it won't affect anything. Luckily I'm not an alcoholic otherwise I'd probably be obese. Ha ha.

Now, I don't wanna bum anyone out but I just have one rant from my Gran's funeral. So we'd finished at the Crematorium and we were greeting long lost relatives and holding each other up and whatnot. And then the steward guys come out and say, "Right, can you all go to your cars now, we need the space for the next one."
It was like, right you've had your fifteen minutes of grief, now piss off. I was well peeved. Couldn't they have allowed at least 30 minutes between each one. It was like the most morbid conveyor belt ever.

Ok, enough.

Finally, it's Helen to the rescue as my neighbour turned up at the door about an hour  and a half ago. She'd left her bag on the train and had to go to Stockwell to pick it up, but of course all her money was in the bag. So I lent her my zone 1 and 2 oyster card and a tenner. And I let her leave her parcel in the house and use the bathroom. Who said people in London aren't very nice or neighbourly? Ha ha. As always, I break the mould.
Awaiting my oyster card return and then hoping to do a bit of writing.

Oh, and on another front, I cannot stop reading at the moment. I finally got through the Millennium Trilogy. Very good, but tough going and the first time in ages that I'd read three adult books in a row. So I am well and truly back to YA. Woo! Just finished Starcrossed and can't wait for the sequel. And am about to start Passion, the third in the Fallen books. And I've got a couple of others lined up as well as a list of wants. I do love to escape to a land of sexual tension, sexual tension and more sexual tension. It's like a lifeline for me. I just feed off it. Ridiculous and sad, I know, but also completely true. Ha ha.

Right then, I've rambled on for long enough. And I will try to not leave too long between rambles in the future.

Here's to more thunderstorms.......Ahhhhh, the Great British Summer!

xx