...oh yes. I'm not very good at remembering to do this blogging lark. Have promised myself I will be more vigilant in future. Don't hold your breath!
Well where do I start? In a nutshell I've fallen off the wagon and keep having cappuccino's in Costa Coffee when my mum has the kids and may have fallen on the odd piece of carrot cake. The worst part about it is that I do feel worse. When I was going through my newly converted smoothie for breakfast, salad for lunch, and something dairy free for dinner routine, the weight fell off. I felt like I had bags more energy and I may have even been a bit less narky. It's willpower with me. Or boredom. I think I may be a bit bored. I mean, I love my boys wholeheartedly, but Ben is now going through the dawdling and whiny stage and throws a wobbly every time I ask him to perform everyday tasks such as washing hands or cleaning teeth. And there are only so many times a day you can say "Ben, leave Dan's hair alone, stop pulling it," without pulling your own hair out.
He's got a real thing about hair. Since he was a baby, Ben has played with my hair but now he does it with all and sundry. No-one escapes his twiddling fingers. It would be really endearing if he didn't pull it as well. He doesn't yank a handful, just tweaks a couple and it REALLY hurts. And it's REALLY annoying. He's got a shoe fetish too but that's a whole other story.
I keep wondering if I'm not taking this whole MS thing seriously enough. The Husband has had several well meaning digs at me about taking care of myself better. But I like wine. I like chocolate. I especially like crisps. I'm not that keen on exercise. I'm my own worst enemy.
I once went to see a comedy called Frank Farmer's Pants. It was a sketch show and one of the characters was called Can't Be Arsed Man. Everytime the not-so-super hero was called upon to help, he would show up with compulsory tights and cape and apologise to the victim saying "Well, I would help....but I can't be arsed." That's pretty much my approach to MS. Yes, I know it isn't healthy, so I intend to change my ways. So from now on I will eat better, do my core stability exercises with my Swiss Ball, and endeavour to do 3 sessions of cardiovascular workouts per week.
I hate being married to a sports scientist.
