There's nothing like a holiday abroad looming on the horizon to make you think about losing a bit of weight, so this morning I jumped on the scales to find out the state of play. I'm 11.6lbs which is the same as when I stopped posting on my weight loss page in July. So although I've not lost anything, at least I'm not starting from scratch.
We go away in 9 weeks so if I lost 1lb every week I'd be over the moon. But, that's not likely to happen. For whatever reason, (age, tablets, the odd naughty snack), weight is hard to budge these days. So I'm going to aim for 5lbs between now and then. Not lugging the equivalent of a bag of potatoes around with me in the pool seems a good target to aim for.
I've bought a flute today so I'm now committed to my new hobby. The hardest part is supposed to be getting a noise out of it. Funnily enough I can do that, although it is exactly that - just noise. The continuous blowing is a bit of a problem though. I've decided it'll do wonders for my breathing technique and lung capacity as quite clearly I have neither at the moment. I've texted my niece and my first lesson is tomorrow.
It was the finals of the swimming gala tonight. Thomas had a practise in the kitchen this morning. We concentrated on arm technique as he walked around! He wore his new trunks and although they didn't make him swim any faster, he was much better than last week.
Unfortunately, his school came last which was no surprise really. There was a bit of psychological warfare going on this week as well, as the team sat next to them (with their co-ordinated swimming caps, costumes and trunks), kept pulling their tongues out at Thomas' school.
Thomas' old school didn't make it to the final so they weren't there, but remember how I wanted to push his teacher in last week? Well this week I'd have cheerfully pushed the teacher of the tongue pulling children in.... and held her under!
Maybe it's best Thomas isn't into sports or competitions. It seems to bring the worst out in me.