Balancing the scales

I’m in a bit of a panic today. Hubby has challenged me to a competition. A weight loss competition. I have been trying for months to get under the next stone but nothing seems to work. I lose 2lbs one week and put it on again the following week. I even joined a gym 2 months ago (special offer) in an effort to lose half a stone. I must admit I do feel that my tummy area has a smaller wobble than it did before I joined, but the scales are not showing any progress at all. Now before you all start I know muscle weighs heavier than fat but trust me that is NOT what is going on here 😦 there is no way I have developed 4lbs worth of muscle already.


Hubby too has decided he needs to lose a bit of weight after starting to cycle to work to save on train fare. And that’s fine by me. Then this happened:

Me: “We could both do with losing a bit of weight”
Hubby: “We could do it together”
Me: “Good idea. We could encourage each other which will keep us both on the straight and narrow” although what I was actually thinking was “I’m going to have to make more of an effort now or he’ll lose more than me!” Competitive? Moi?? 😉
Obviously thinking the same, hubby says “okay, that’s decided then- first one to lose a stone is the winner!”

I could hear myself agreeing before I could stop myself.

And that’s how I am sat here having just signed myself up for the Race for Life in a month (what on earth was I thinking?) and about to finish off the trifle that is in the fridge – well it has to go before my diet starts tomorrow! Can you tell? 😉

Wish me luck!

Making space for new memories

We have been busy bees here. We have so much *stuff* it’s ridiculous. We couldn’t move in the attic thanks to all the boxes and boxes up there. Some boxes had clothes little lady wore when she was a baby (she’s now 5!!).

Hubby managed to force his way into the attic and started moving boxes around to make some space and brought boxes down for us to sort and declutter (before the ceiling caved in!). Sorting these boxes took a whole day but here they are in a pile in the corner of the front room.

I booked a table at a kidsmarket, sent the kiddies to my mums and packed the car up. We had two rails full of clothes.


A table of toys and teddies and bigger stuff on the floor in front of the table.

We sold quite a lot and made a decent amount of money. This was surprising considering hubby kept selling things for 10p! But the attic is a LOT tidier an emptier. We still have more baby items to sell but we have another market in the pipeline plus I think I might try out the Facebook selling pages everyone keeps talking about.