Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Ring my bell

Four days to go and the ring saga feels like it's over shadowing my day.

We decided we didn't want to use the ringmaker at all. He said to TB that we didn't have to take the ring if we didn't want to to. So, we're not. I found a ring online last night that I think I like. It's totally different to the one we got made but I have a good feeling about it. I just hope I like it when I see it and when it's next to my engagement ring. It's being delivered on Thursday to their local branch and I'll ask TB's dad to pick it up.

But, and this is where I am unsure of how to proceed... I phoned the ringmaker to tell him we didn't want to go ahead. I then said "Do we owe you anything for your time?" to which he replied with a figure which was almost two thirds of the original price! I said "That seems an awful lot. Are you saying the materials are just xx amount?" I think he then thought I was suggesting that price was what I was offering to pay-  and that's how it was left. 

I feel he didn't ask us enough questions about what we wanted and as the person making the ring, the onus is on him to make sure he knows what he's making. Looking back, maybe we should have explained more but I didn't realise he didn't understand what we wanted. However, I specifically remember saying when I say the mock up "I want it to be as slim and as thin as possible - like a woman wants her thighs."

 So tomorrow I am now going to have to go in to see him (to get my engagement ring which he was resizing) and tell him I feel it's fair that we only pay half of what he was suggesting. Ugh. I really could be doing without this.

Also, I seem to have given myself a bit of a skin problem. I went to buy a super strong deodorant to use at the wedding but in my haste picked up some roll on thing you use at night and then wash off in the morning - which after about two weeks should stop you sweating. Seems a bit extreme but I had bought it so I thoughts, what the hell, let's give it a bash.

The first night I it was kinda stingy and itchy but no big deal. Last night it was VERY stingy and itchy but I managed to fall asleep. Thing is, I woke up this morning and my pits are agony! They are all red and tender to the touch! Ha! I am laughing as this is like something out a ruddy sit com! Roll on honeymoon. Roll on.

Monday, 12 May 2014

Wedding Countdown!

I am getting married in five days time. FIVE DAYS! Holy Crap - how did it get to be so close all of a sudden.

I was feeling quite relaxed about it all until about an hour ago and now all of a sudden I feel quite jittery and skittish! Whaaa haa haaaaaa.

I managed to come down with cracking cold as of Friday which I was most pissed off about but I am feeling a lot better today and so hopefully that's it out the way and I'll be 100% in no time. Despite the constant sneezing and  streaming nose, the weekend was really productive.



  • All the place names are made (with individual stamped letters!) and attached to the favours (hello 120 reef knots).
  • The orders of service and menus are printed
  • The box for flip flops (for tired feet) has been decorated and stocked
  • The reserved signs are made for the ceremony seats
  • My shoes have stretched a little bit
  • Instruction signs for the guest book and bathroom toiletries have been made (more rubber stamping)
So we're definitely getting there. The only fly in the ruddy ointment is that my wedding ring, made by a ringmaker is not what I wanted or expected. I really don't like it. It's being altered for Saturday but it's still not going to what we wanted and so we will have to start again from scratch. Not happy about this at all and so I am forming another plan. Although if it will work, who knows.

Friday, 9 May 2014

Birthday Weigh In

It's my birthday!

The day started off with a workout with my personal trainer in the pissing rain. Not ideal but I suppose it sets my stall out for my 34th year. Sheesh. 34. I can remember when my mum was 34, clearly. Well, I suppose I was 8!

I've not opened any cards of prezzies yet as I'm waiting for TB to come home around lunchtime. Since it's my birthday I'm going to have a lovely roast butternut squash omelet. I've also just treated myself to a coconut coffee and a banana with some peanut butter. Oh yeah, living the dream.

So where are things at with all things scale and number related. Somehow I've managed totally avoid updating. I won't lie, I'm struggling. I've not gone totally bonkers by any stretch of the imagination but I'm most definitely not in the zone. Three weeks ago I put on a pound. Two weeks ago I stayed the same. Yesterday I put on a pound, which takes me to 12 stone 2lbs. I really do feel like I could 'eat'. I've got a bloody cold which isn't helping matters. I've being good most of the time but then the odd biscuit or extra few bites of bread etc. are slipping in here and there.

Thing is, I feel great. At the weekend I saw a lot of people I hadn't seen for months and I got lots of lovely comments about slim and good I was looking. The wedding is a week and a day (holy crap!) away and how I look now is how I am going to look then  - which I am pretty flipping chuffed about. I'm really proud of myself and I feel so good.

I had set myself the challenge of getting into the 11's by the wedding. The chances of doing that now, are slim (ha!) to none. And I'm okay with that. I know I've worked hard. I know I've built muscle, I know my body fat % has dropped. Don't get me wrong I would still love to get there, but for now - it's not to be.

Someone left a comment recently saying they were saddened that I was placing so much importance on a number and I was more than that. I don't think statement could be more wrong. Yes, I want to lose weight. Yes, I want the number to come down but what that number actually is means nothing to me.

That being said, the 11 stones and I have a date. We ARE going to meet and it is going to be this year. For now, I am going to do my best to eat well and exercise as much as is possible between now and the wedding - which at the moment it's looking like 1 PT session and one run. And when I say one run, I mean one 10k. I said I wanted to do a sub hour 10k before the wedding. Since I made that statement I've not run at all! Ha! So my next (and last) is going to be the 10k. A sub hour is a challenge and one I don't know I'll manage but hell, you gotta try.

2014 Starting Weight: 12 stone 9.25lbs
Current Weight: 12 stone 2lbs
Weight Loss This Week: +1lbs
Total 2014 Weight Loss: 7.25lbs 

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Hot tin roof


What a week that was and boy did it turn out to be a good week – Dave came home!

When I got home last Wednesday after work, I spend an hour in the pissing rain walking the streets, shouting him at the top of my voice and putting flyers through doors.  We had been concentrating on a different area to where I thought it was likely he would be (thanks to a possible sighting) and so just before going home, we swung past those houses that seemed like more likely he would be and I put flyers through 75% of the doors.

I had started to give up hope by this point and couldn’t hold back the tears. We got home and about 40 minutes later I heard the cat flap… BANG BANG! And then a very annoyed load of miaowing, as Dave came tearing into the living room. My baby! He was home! There then followed a lot of eating and a lot of shouting as he told us what happened! And then more eating. My wee sausage! He was barely wet but was really hungry so he must have been trapped in someone’s garage of shed. Thank god! There is not a scratch on him. SO so lucky. It felt like the best day ever. A weight had been lifted and I could start to look forward to my weekend away and well, the rest of my life – wedding included.

So yeah, wedding. We’re ten days away TEN DAYS! How the hell did that happen? Because I was away from Thursday - Monday I couldn’t actually do any wedding stuff, which was actually really nice. But now, it’s heads down all the way. Wheeeeee! I am excited and when I think about walking down the aisle and seeing TB waiting for me I can feel my hands starting to sweat. They are doing it right now. I am nervous but excited. The day that I’ve longed for is almost here. Holy Crap.

It’s my birthday on Friday and so my folks are coming to visit and we’re going out for tea. It’s also going to be a bit of a planning meeting to go over all things wedding. Great – a planning meeting on my birthday. Just what I always wanted.  Hmmmm. I’m sure it will be fine but I’ll need to give TB a bit of prod beforehand. I’ve mentioned the wedding meltdown I had a few weeks ago. Well, it partly came about as I was beginning to feel a little overwhelmed by everything we have to do (and we are doing just about everything) and while both TB and my parents are good organisers and are do-ers, they have different methodologies.

TB is a shoot from the hip, don’t worry it’ll all come together kind of guy. And it usually does. My parents are; let’s make a list, a solid plan and let’s have everything agreed in advance. And that works for them. So on one hand I’ve got my parents questioning me (and at that point I didn’t have all the answers – I still don’t!) and on the other I’ve got TB who has an idea of things in his head but he’s not sharing them with me or my parents – which is making me feel really tense and like I’m caught in the middle. 

I know my parents are feeling anxious and don’t like TB’s way of working and are concerned he’s not going to be able to do what he says he will – which then make me feel even more anxious and really defensive too. I also cannot stand being questioned about something which I have already explained (which TB’s folk’s love to do). 

This all came tumbling out the morning after a night of heavy boozing and I was still pretty drunk (staying classy). I explained that I need him to share more information and give my parents information and updates. Even if that’s not the way he likes to do it, just now - for me he has to. Mum and dad just want things to go smoothly on the day so of course they want details, but they also need to remember this is not a military operation and my dad is not the foreman of the job. TB and I are running the show.    

Since then I've felt a lot better and more relaxed about everything, and that weekend we got loads done, thank goodness. I think I was letting my parents concerns rub off on me too much. 

So Friday will be fine. I've no doubt there will be a moment when get annoyed (that's par for the course with me!) but with a week to go there won't be much we've not got figured out and I can tell the folks ALL about it.