So here I sit. It’s 5 past 11 at night and I received a what’sup message from Aidan’s hostel mom:
“Aidan felt faint and said he had a headache, gave him some Panado and put him to bed. It was very hot today, nothing serious, just letting you know.”
I phoned her about an half hour later, once I’d read the message. All was well she said and she’d check up on him later.
Half an hour later:”Aidan fast asleep”.
But I’m not. I sit here worried about my boy and ugly irrational thoughts fly through my brain.
So here’s to a night of sleeplessness, with my cellphone on my bedside table, close to me.
Here’s one of the downsides to having my boy at hostel. When he’s sick he should be near his mom.
So 8 weeks ago I joined the gym. and its going well. I follow all these inspirational fatties on Instagram and ooh and aah at photographs of their meals, their before pictures and their after pictures. When they talk about planking and burpies and abs and bicep curls and tricep kick-backs and squats….I so get it now.
I’m still a fatty. But I’m a healthier fatty. I have better balance. I have a better sense of control when eating BAD food. ‘Coz I just think…girl, you worked your ass off this morning and eating that will cancel it ALL OUT!
The diet plan is dodgy as hell. I’m trying and planning and failing. oh Well…I started it again this morning.
Losing weight is not easy. Its damn near impossible for a girl my size. It’s like trying to turn the QE II with a 5o HP outboard motor and a pair of oars. But it CAN be done. It can be great fun doing it. This whole gym lark is addictive. I love it. Giving up my chocolates….not so much.
Also, I know I’m losing weight coz one of my friends looked me up and down the other day and never said a word. All it did was make me more determined.
I tried on a pair of summer pants the other day and I’d dropped a size. I can’t recall that EVER happening to me. and lately people have stopped me and told me, it looks like I’ve lost weight.
who doesn’t love that?