VALENTINES DAY...

Stew and I don't really 'do' days like today.  
As far as I'm concerned Valentines Day is purely a commercialised 'day' for retailers to rake in the money.

I don't need a special day once a year to let Stew know I love him!  He knows I do by the simple fact that I sleep with him!
Come on!  I'm only gunna sleep with a bloke I love eh?  lol

But, we are going out tonight.  Courtesy of Steve and Bex.  They kinda said we should go out... take a night for just the two of us.
So we are going to the movies.  

We shall be watching 'Saving Mr Banks', cos it's got Tom Hanks in it.  I loves Tom Hanks.  Stew would be in trouble if Tom turned up on my doorstep!  *smiles*

As for TODAY?  Housework, sewing, all the usual stuff I get up to.
Nothing riveting.  

 ABOVE:  Miss Muppet... she is such a darling wee girl.  Full of life.  She's got some of her Granddad's dinner on her face.  lol

ABOVE:  Keera in my Dad's armchair.  It was over at Lacy's for a while, but I brought it back.   It's a very comfortable chair.

Right, gunna go do some stuff....

ONWARD...

4th day totally 'on track' and I can already feel my mood lifting.  Now I just have to hold onto my resolve and NOT cave at the movies.

ABOVE:  I'M DOING THIS.

So far today I've done some housework, sorted out a few more clothes to take to Hospice, and stood on the scales 52,000 times.
*sigh*   No really, I've only stood on them about 4 times.  NAKED.

I'm obsessed with those numbers coming down, when in fact it shouldn't be about a NUMBER.
I know this.  And I need to get back to ONCE A MONTH weigh ins.  Edited:  I'm going to weigh every Saturday, but only record on my sidebar monthly.  I think I want more frequent weigh ins this time around.  Maybe doing that will help me haul in any slip ups quicker?

Today, standing on the scales that much was an aberration for me.  

Feeling really positive that in the next 6-8 months I will fit the jeans in my bottom drawer (size 14).  And my top half (the problem half) will be at least a 16.

It's been a nice afternoon.  I've watched some telly, prepared a HUGE beef stew for the family, which should be enough for two dinners for all of us.

I've also got a folder and graph set up to record my weight losses, and also a lined refill to jot down feelings, motivations, successes etc.  

Now... I better get tidy for going out with me hubby.  Can't wait to watch the movie... 

So.   I'm ready to go out. Dressed in blue tights and a black T-shirt.  Bex said NO WAY was I going out on a 'Date Night' dressed like that, so the bitch dragged me down to my wardrobe and made me change!  Like... wtf?  Talk about being bossed around in me own house!   Pfffft.  Now I'm dressed appropriately it would appear.

Black tights, pretty blue/white tunic and a black cotton top.  READY NOW.

ABOVE:  yes, I was hot.  Holding Mr Crabby Pants.  It's nearly his bedtime and our Dante gets crabby when he's tired. 

End of Day:  run down on the movie tomorrow.  It's freakin' late as and I'm off to bed.
nite nite