Just Gilly

  .... About me? I've been thinking about why I write this blog. Putting myself out there on this public forum, though I don't promote it and is only read by those 'on the list'. As you may remember it started as a weight loss blog. I naively thought posting my weight and knicker shots would humiliate me enough to lose weight. Uh-huh. And now I binned that idea I think folks will enjoy reading about my life.  I'm a Gemini - creative and dramatic. I do enjoy the writing process. Committing to weekly blogs forces me to write, where as my books are taking much longer!  I'm the youngest child - spoilt and thinks it's all about me. Well it is, isn't it? They say write about what you know. Well I know me very well. I'm funny (at least I think I am) - I do try to be witty. I imagine my readers enjoying a small chuckle every Friday morning. Yes, you don't need to tell me that sometimes I fail. Sometimes life just isn't funny.  I'm simple - no, I ...

  No surprises when I tell you I've been comfort eating. The intended diet has sailed. Off to sunny lands though I'm sure it'll come calling again soon. Once my melancholia has eased and I've stood back on the scales!  Yesterday I spent 5 hours at the hospital with a friend. Unfortunately she received bad news. A lot of sitting around waiting, just chatting to pass time and I noticed that my daughter was right (that'll please her) all I do is moan! I would always have described myself as upbeat and optimistic but not any more. Ellie's been telling me for ages that I complain too much - and it's true! The weather is cold, the toilet didn't flush, I was hungry, I was thirsty, I was tired, the sandwich I picked wasn't included in the m&s meal deal, sweetcorn in a chicken sandwich is weird and wrong, the price!, I was still hungry, they didn't have any chocolate, why have they left us in this room for an hour - at least in the waiting room we had...

It was the hardest decision to make. Mark and I discussed it and thought it was time, she wasn't eating very much at all and had diarrhoea. She didn't have much energy and looked sad. The vet confirmed they could do a home visit and called first thing on Thursday with a time. I honestly thought it would be about 5-6pm but they said 11:45 which just felt so early. I was in shock, I thought I'd have all day with her. Unfortunately I must have misheard because they came at 10:45. I was distraught but it was the best thing for Libby. She was so good and slipped away peacefully. It wasn't any easier because she was the brightest she'd been in a couple of days. Walked longer in the field, jumped up for a stick and even ran when it was thrown. She ate a sausage and wagged her tail so happy. Was it too soon? I was so upset and confused. The vet confirmed that she was ready. And so it was done and she has gone.  I have worried that others wouldn't understand my grief, bu...

  CAUTION: THIS MAY CONTAIN SWEARING So after standing on the scales new years day, and a few fucks, buggers and shits later, I can announce that I have no option but to diet. I've gained a fabulous 13lbs! And reached a PB of 1lb shy of 16 stones! Now I wasn't ecstatic at being 15 stone but 16 is just heart breaking. If I carry on like this I'll be house bound by the time I'm 60! Now I'm promising no one nothing (even myself) but I shall be DIETING in an endeavour to get back to 15 stone. What I'll do after that we'll just have to see. No real plan other than cutting calories and trying to eat healthier food. You know? The usual.  I do have good news - I'm no longer a Harry Potter virgin. My children tried to get me to watch the first movie a few years ago, but I woke up at the chess playing bit (for those not in the know this is very near the end) but this year they were more successful. I was appalled he was sleeping in the cupboard (yes, I really didn...