So you’ve kind of caught me in a bit of a stand off with the Asshole in my mind as I sit down to write today’s post, in fact it’s safe to say that he’s doing everything within his power to live up to his name. He’s feeling cocky this morning, having scored his second handbag victory in the space of a week late last night when I was chilling out by having a mooch on line. It’s a good job I’m going back to work tomorrow, I’m feeling relaxed and happy with too much time on my hands and it’s proving to be a recipe for disaster.
With one win under his belt he’s clearly got his eye on a hat trick and is coming at me hard on two fronts. Firstly food…it’s late morning and I’ve just eaten a decent brunch by anyone’s standards…skinny bacon, scrambled egg and mushrooms with two small pieces of toast. It was lovely, and it was enough. But he’s insisting that I need something sweet to ‘finish with’. And when I say sweet, I mean like chocolate sweet, or hob-nob sweet. I tried to counter-propose with a clementine but he was having none of it.
He’s got the terminology down pat – and why wouldn’t he, as someone who lives in my head he’s spent the last fifty years hearing it. The minute my Mum or my Grandma laid down their knife and fork, sure as eggs is eggs the first words out of their mouth would be what shall we have to finish with? as though eating a meal in itself wasn’t enough. So it was something accepted as the norm you know? My mum, in her eighty third year still says it now, and plays by those rules and yet she’s the size of a sparrow, how does that work?!
A big fat cookie or a piece of homemade cake always materialised after every meal, and the Asshole sees it as an opportunity to push on an open door, since no matter how much time has elapsed between then and now, to me a meal always feels incomplete without something to finish with. Most of the time I don’t think too much about it, but today I’m obsessing about it, and he isn’t helping.
He’s also trying his level best to persuade me to have a total lazy-bum pyjama day. Yesterday and the day before I did a couple of really long walks with Charlie the dog – I posted a picture on our Facebook page showing just how far, did you see it? It was a little under three miles, with some long steep hills thrown in for good measure. Now I appreciate that to anyone who’s moderately fit, that’s child’s play, but genuinely it’s not very long since I couldn’t walk a hundred yards without getting screaming back ache, swollen ankles and a red hot poker through my knee. So to me, it’s a big deal.
And boy do I know about it today, every muscle in my lower body is hollering at me. My feet ache, my calves ache and I have a blister. And I know my son would happily walk the dog today if I asked, seeing as he’s off work. So I could have a pyjama day…the conditions are right and I have no other need to go out.
I really really want to do that. I’ve got stuff on sky+ that I’ve had on series record and I want to build a huge plate of something to finish with, lay back in my big fat leather recliner and watch TV, all day, in pyjamas. I’ve spent many happy hours doing exactly that. To be fair that’s probably why I’m the size of a moose, right?
Once I’ve written this I’m going to find a plaster for my blister, stretch my calf muscles a little bit and quit moaning, Days like this really suck but I just need to pull on my big girl pants and get on with it. I might be locked horns with the asshole but over my dead body is he going to emerge the victor. No way.
Just so you know, me getting my shit together and going out with the dog is being driven by 25% wanting to build on the good stuff I’ve pulled off this week and 75% not wanting to have to ‘fess up to you guys that I’ve spent the day in my armchair surrounded by cake.
So thank you…you continue to work miracles 🙂
I saw that picture on Facebook, and yeah, that was a fair walk all right! Sometimes when I haven’t been exercising, I tend to go off the deep end and get really sore. A nice bath with epsom salts sounds like it would be just the thing. Works for me. And good on ya for keeping that asshole in his place, so to speak. 🙂
Thanks Djan! He’s currently trying to make me eat a chocolate biscuit, I wish he’d just wind his neck in!
There’s nothing like having to confess to make you want to behave, is there? Prove to yourself what everyone else knows, that you can resist.
I know, honestly Mimi, knowing I’m answerable to you lot is the best willpower boost ever!
I’m with Fleurie – what was the second bag??
I am nearly ready to face the scales…. Shopping wasn’t pretty yesterday, I couldn’t buy much as too fat to wear what I like.
Same as the last one Sue, just in navy patent chevron stripes. I don’t have a chevron in my collection so I’m extremely giddy 🙂 I hear you re the shopping – I haven’t been near this year, it’s my pet hate. Besides I have a wardrobe full of stuff waiting for my body to shrink enough to fit in it, no new duds necessary!
Substitute handbag for art supplies and I’ve been having the same arguments
That said, I am back on plan after failing repeatedly last week – just too many opportunities – I didn’t do too badly – but now I’m ready to get back to it
You are a goddess – so impressed with your walks – and persistence -I did see your walk – lovely and grand. And Charlie is adorable.
Too chill here today for me to go with you . . . gym will be back on next week when I get my kids back to school – this week the chaos continues of hither and yon
Good for you, back in the saddle and it’s not even New Year…Look at us all dying to get to Skinny Town, us lot in the posse we’re on fire!
So, how was the walk? I took a 3 mile (4.8 KM) walk last night. It wasn’t too cold yet. I might take another this afternoon. Got some soup on the stove, so am waiting for that. Dessert is so hard for me to turn down. I still have dessert left over from Christmas and I am desperately trying to avoid it. It’s in the fridge, so that’s kind of out of sight. After Thanksgiving, I single handedly at the rest of the pie within two days. Not doing that this time.
Yes the walk was good thanks Tracey…I’m glad I pushed through, I so badly wanted that armchair today!! Resist the dessert…you know you can do it 🙂
Oh, Honey, well ranted. Tough couple of days, with an objective safely reached (I am gob-smacked to find Christmas week reads “15 calories under budget”)…. Now, what to do next? My safe haven is colonized by a stocking-load of candy, & it is necessary to make the Either-Or choice several times a day.
Well, our bull-headed, don’t-boss-ME-around, defiant stubbornness is gonna come in handy. Keep the focus, right? & if it’s hard to bring into focus, fall back on pure cussedness.
Fleury
…Handbag, huh? what’s it like? F
You’re under budget Fleury..? Get you, with your will of steel!! Good for you, that’s terrific 🙂 And yes you’re right, it’s sometimes good to be stubborn…sailed close to the wind today but didn’t fall in, so all is well. The bag..? She’s lush…same style as the one last week, but instead of being red she’s blue patent chevron stripes. Rarer than hen’s teeth, and I couldn’t resist… 🙂 🙂