I’ve had a weekend of doing absolutely nothing. Well I lie, I’ve typed a few articles for Sligo Hub, I’ve done a bit of housework and I’ve done a bit of painting. The painting part was just lovely, Jono got me a book for my birthday and it’s inspired me to experiment a bit. I had seemed to go into a bit of a comfort zone with pretty woeful landscapes so now I’m messing with also pretty woeful portraits but it’s fun and that’s what matters.
I’ve been writing about pancakes and of course now I want one. It was really quite funny because I had a page open with pancakes and another page open about control knickers! I do need the knickers and I want the pancake. I’ll probably get both.
I’ve lost 10lbs now since January 1st which isn’t bad at all. I’d still like to lose about another stone but if I don’t I don’t. I’m not going to beat myself up about it, I’m at the age where it’s much more of a struggle. The problem is that I seem to be losing it from daft places, like my ankles for instance. What is that all about? I’d rather lose it from my belly or my arms. Ah sure anyway, the world won’t stop because of my stomach.
I’m looking forward to pancake day, it’s one of my favourite days of the year but I’ll just stick to the one – or maybe two 😉