Bath bomb ingredients.
Roman Mysteries on their way back to the library.
S tucking into some Greek Myths in her new slippers
Bath bombs have been made this morning. S was really excited to make them so I left her in the more than capable hands of our Friday help Baby Small nicknames "Smart Sandals" whilst I went for a 3 mile walk with Baby Small in the buggy down to the library (more Roman Mysteries to collect) and up to the butchers. My opportunities for the type of exercise that raises the heart rate are very limited these days and Fridays are becoming a great opportunity for me to squeeze in a stroll without the dawdlers in tow .
For 4 days now I have been trying to cut out rubbish from my diet and can confirm that I am taking my coffee black and no cakes biscuits or wine have passed my lips since Monday night. It is a small step, the inspiration came from here. I am 40 in 5 months time. When I gave up smoking back in 2001 it was November and several people remarked that was crazy time to do such a thing but my reasoning was if I could make it through the Christmas party season then I'd made it. There is no chance of my replicating the daily gym visit but more activity can be squeezed in here and there.
Since leaving paid work and its associated corporate gym membership seven years ago I have had no clue of the number attached to my weight, three pregnancies and a year and a half of tandem nursing (think 1000 extra calories per day) have certainly flattered my cause but I feel the need restore some balance.
In Other News
Et was reading to The Daddy One at 8 o clock last night. It's clicking!
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