Belated Monday Post

Well, I thought I'd better check back in to my little blog, seeing as I've been AWOL for nearly four weeks. Fill you in on all my gallivanting, socialising, trips out, nights away. Eyeroll.  With the exception of Mr G gurning at me every morning, the most scenic thing I've seen in weeks has been the sunrise every morning from my back garden. Although what a beautiful scene it is. The sunrise, that is, not Mr G gurning. Just kidding, Mr G. There's nobody I'd sooner gurn at me than thee, cocker. 

Truth be told, since my last post, I've left the house three times, to do a food shop. Once a week. The weather hasn't been fantastic, rain, hail, snow, sleet, wind and a bit more rain too. I've been feeling decidedly meh. Not necessarily down, just meh. Lethargic, achy, tired. So, I decided to take a duvet month. It's like a duvet day, but it lasts a whole month? Fabulous. So I wrote, I read, I cooked, I ate chocolate, I edited, I watched Netflix, I designed my book covers, I listened to music, all the while sporting my very fashionable fleecy pyjamas, covered in a fleecy blankie. Why not? What else is there to do right now, but stay at home and try not to catch this horrible virus? How privileged am I to be able to do that, so why not take advantage of it? So I did just that. Mr G did his night shifts, he is now properly on furlough as of today, thank God. For how long, who knows, but it's for a minimum of three weeks, anyway. 

So, a new month, a Monday, and the 1st of the month to boot. Time to get back to some sort of normality. Recommitted to Slimming World (yeah, yeah, I know - again). I have put on nearly 3 stone since last March. 3 stone in 11 months. I am fuming with myself but seemingly the self loathing wasn't working seeing as I put on 7.5 lb in the last two weeks alone, so we had a chat with our consultant and decided to do a complete reset. I told her that the things which motivated me, silly things like getting a certificate every 7 lbs, I would have to lose over 3 stone again first before I'd ever get a new one again, and that was a daunting prospect to me. They used to give me something to aim for. She felt that it would be a shame to restart, to lose all our progress, and so she would reset us unofficially, keep track of our new weight loss, issue us new certificates for any further weight loss, until we catch up to last year's weight loss. 

Today's food has been filling and completely on plan. Fat Free Greek and fruit for breakfast, homemade chunky Pea and Ham Soup for lunch, and Two Chubby Cubs Satay Burger, chips, beans and salad for tea. 

I've made our meal plan for the next few weeks, subject to the usual switch around. We have two celebrations this week, our 19th Wedding Anniversary tomorrow, and Mr G's birthday on Friday. Tomorrow Mr G has chosen Salisbury Steak from the new Pinch of Nom book. He has asked for Recipe Tin Eats Chicken Shawarma for his birthday meal, a million times better than any takeaway. We have had this dish before but not the one in this book. We will have a few drinks to celebrate on Friday, and we will also have a slice of cake after our meal. We are back on it but with no deprivation this time, because this last year has taught us not to take anything for granted. We don't know if our next birthday/anniversary/Christmas/holiday might be our last, do we? 

Monday: Two Chubby Cubs Satay Burger, homemade SW chips, baked beans and salad

Tuesday: Pinch of Nom Salisbury Steak, mashed potato, savoy cabbage and carrots

Wednesday: Recipe Tin Eats Prawn Mango Avocado Orzo Summer Salad 

Thursday: Two Chubby Cubs Chicken and Chorizo Risotto and salad 

Friday: Recipe Tin Eats Chicken Shawarma, salad, garlic naan

Saturday: Two Chubby Cubs Chicken Tikka Masala, basmati rice 

Sunday: Roast Pork dinner 

In other news... #WTF moments

Last Friday, writing out our shopping list before we went shopping, double checking the list against our meal plan.

Mr G: What are we having for our anniversary again? Oh yeah, we said we'd have that glossy steak, didn't we?

Me: *looks blankly at him*

Mr G: You know, that steak from somewhere else.

Me: *again, looks blankly at him*

Mr G: It's like a steak. Somerset?

Me: Oh. Salisbury.

Mr G: Knew it were on a plain...

When we arrived at Morrisons, I steeled myself and made sure I was masked up, had my pound for the trolley and shopping list to hand. Mr G was staying in the car, not only because it's safer for one to shop, but because he's old, bless him.

Mr G: Oooh, Shell, can you piss me some Lucozade.

Me: ...

Arrived home, and our friend Martin phoned from Wrexham. Mr G is telling him about his birthday plans, namely, me cooking a nice meal for him, so no different to any other day. 

Mr G: Shell's making me Chicken Shawarma for my birthday meal.

Martin: Chicken Chihuahua?

Mr G: Yeah, it's a bit ruff...

And my prediction for the coming year.

Well, I'm no expert, but I'm going to hazard a guess at the answer to that question being 'shite'. 

Aaaaaaaaaand I forgot to post this yesterday, I was falling asleep on my chair before 9 pm, so I will post my anniversary 'escapades' tomorrow.