So these were taken on my phone this morning. I took the dog for a walk along Porth Kidney Sands in Lelant. On my way back to the car, the sun was shining down on these clumps of Primroses, that were growing up a grassy bank.
A sure sign of Spring.
This week is the start of a determined effort to start exercising, stop eating rubbish (especially in the evenings) and generally get a grip on myself. I stepped onto my friend, Liz's scales yesterday, and nearly died of shock. I knew that I had put on weight, but didn't realise quite how much. It was a rude awakening, but not before time.
The thing is, I really do believe that diets make you fat. You join a slimming group, you pay through the nose week after week, you lose weight, you stop, you put it all back on and then some more. I for one can't sustain that kind of low fat abstinence for more than a couple of months. However a moderate eating plan is definitely in order. One where I consider what I put into my mouth, rather than just eating a bag of liquorice all sorts for tea.
And I'm so cross with myself. I really am. There is no need for it.
This is my plan.
|bit blurred, but it really is a lovely frock.|
I go on holiday in July to France.
I am really, really, really looking forward to it.
And I want to be able to wear this dress, and feel good in it. I bought it last year in the sale from here. It was in their window display, and I fell in love with it. Every time I walked up Fore Street, I would stop and stare at it.
It spoke to me, this dress.....
"I am exactly what you are looking for. I would look good with flip flops or converse. You could wear your favourite stripy top underneath me on chilly summer days. I will make you feel like a kooky Claudia Winkleman type princess"
And I knew. I knew that I had to have it. By hook or by crook, that dress would be mine.
I have never worn it.
So this gorgeous dress is hanging forlornly in my wardrobe. And all because I sat on my behind through the winter and wolfed down biscuits and chocolate and Haribo.
So that's my goal. Sensible eating and exercise.
Sashay through a small French town in my dress, and feel good about it.
Wish me luck!