Hi little chick, Hi Ellis, Hi Ruth!
I just had lunch (turkey and alfafa salad with mayo and tarrogan. I made it up out of the general contents of the fridge. Tarrogan is weird stuff. Strange aniseed ball flavour. Do you get aniseed balls where you are? I was never fond of them. And getting them now in herb form....strange)
Today I am doing my case study that I have to do for college. The deadline looms so I am getting down to it. Well, I opened a file called 'Case Study One' and then played a computer game for an hour.
. Then had lunch. Hm.
I am so excited that I lost some weight in January. 12lbs!! I am now to lowest I have been since the way up - virgin fat. I pheel re-energised. And not a little surprised.
Hilarious day on Saturday. Went out for this Ab Fab lunch I mentioned, at the trendy restaurant at Harvey Nichols. Very nice too (oh, well as you ask....I had lentil salad with pancetta and soft boiled egg, followed by baked fish (cod I think) with asparagus and green beans. Yum. And no dessert or bread. But rather a lot of wine, although as it was red wine I decided it was completely OP. Even at lunchtime
The afternoon was a bit of a laugh, due to high blood alcohol levels. Decided to go shopping .
I bought this very beautiful mother of pearl plate, 4 inches in diameter and it came with two mother of pearl spoons.
I liked it you see..... and then there is the pink plastic sequinned fake bird on a 10 inch wire. And the several large pots of extra firming moisturiser and 'beauty flash balm' for 'that glow'.
What glow? Oh...uh huh....
that glow. So I look as if I have just, um, got up.
Now have to sell a kidney to pay off the credit card bill.
In the evening stuck to diet (which meant turning down these wonderful parsnip and potato patties.....) except for the lavender flavoured chocolate, but I only had a tiny bit.
There we are. My weekend. Sunday I just collapsed on the sofa. Did some scrapbook stuff and went through old photos for the album. And watched Bruce Almighty which was satisfyingly rubbishy.
I agree about giving yourself a bit of a break this week Ruth. Makes sense until your vagina stops its monologue. A woman can only cope with one thing at a time....
You will be fab, I am sure.
See you all later.