One of the best things about being on holiday is calories… For some reason calories on holiday, no matter how many, are guilt free.
Since moving to Weymouth, to our semi-retirement by the seaside, I seem to have enjoyed far too many holiday calories. The teenage me was a lot smaller than the me who is around now, but I’m not going to beat myself up about that, I did set myself a realistic target weight to aim at before I hit forty… And managed to see it on the scales before I was fifty – just for thirty seconds, and after I’d been ill for the two days before… My target weight is now simply half a stone lighter than I am now, and if I reach it, then I’ll aim for another half stone.
In the meantime, there has been some grumpiness in our house and when there has been grumpiness, the grumpiness generally ends in me getting a present.
The way I see it, Hubby gets very grumpy and when he realises how good I’ve been by putting up with him being so grumpy, he buys me a present…
The way he sees it is slightly different… He sees that I am grumpy, and when he thinks I’ve been grumpy for long enough, he tells me I’m grumpy and buys me a present to cheer me up.
Either way, the grumpiness ends and I get a present. This time Hubby gave me a gift wrapped box of “Roly’s Fudge”, which you will definitely hear more of, and what’s more, it would have been extremely rude of me to even think about how many calories were hiding inside as it was a gift.
More from before: Semi-retirement by the seaside in “Weymouth“