First Weigh-In

What a day yesterday was! 
Being a stay at home mum, I've become accustomed to taking a few leisurely cups of coffee in the morning, while browsing the internet before I begin the days tasks, I'd written down a list of jobs that needed doing and that I planned to tackle.  Yesterday morning, while I was enjoying my coffee the doorbell went.  Stood at the door was a tall gentleman with a high-visibility jacket on (some sort of workman I deduced before opening the door!).  He informed me that they were fitting a new kitchen next week, he then went on to ramble a lot, while I had a mad panic going on inside my head, I picked out the word 'boorach', amongst other things but I really didn't take in what he was saying other than he would be dropping off boxes the next day for me to pack up the kitchen and that they would be setting up a site office down the road.
We live in a house courtesy of Defence Estates as my husband is in the RAF.  A letter last year had stated a new kitchen would be getting fitted in March.  March is a few weeks away!  My first thought was; 'oh no, I still have stuff to sort out for car boot sale next Sunday', followed by; 'where am I supposed to put all the stuff', followed by; 'I have a toddler who will not be confined to a room and staying out of kitchen', followed by; 'I'm starting a diet tomorrow'!  No easy option of I can't cook we'll just have to have take-away.
While all the panic was going around my head, I was still chuckling to myself at the workman's use of the word 'boorach'.  I love that word and haven't heard it in a while.  I was also wondering if he'd used that word to all the other people in the street.  Being in RAF houses, most people are English and might not understand it.  Although when you're told your kitchen will be a 'complete boorach' for about four days, I'm reckoning they can guess what it is.  If not and you're reading this -
bourach
(boor·ach) Dialect, chiefly Scot ~n.
1. small hill or mound.
2. disorganized heap or mass (as in “Last went and it turned intae a right bourach“).
3. a crowd or group of people.
4. a small, humble house.
5. a muddle; mess; state of confusion (often in “That room o’ yours is a total bourach. Get in there an’ get it tidied!“).
Coffee finished, I decided to get started in organising things.  First off, the freezer.  We're lucky enough we have a spare fridge/freezer in the garage.  So I decided we could just use the garage one and switch off the kitchen one - the freezer in the kitchen is desperately needing defrosted and I keep trying to empty it only for hubby to keep coming home from the supermarket and filling it up again!  So yesterday I took three tubs out to defrost and use up, todays lunch and dinner sorted, also be making soup today with some lovely chicken stock.  Most other things fitted in garage freezer and there's a few almost empty packets to be used up this week.  One job done!
Next job was just to open the garage door and sigh - where to start?  I decided that I would take all the boxes for the car boot sale into the dining room just now.  Of course that meant sorting out the dining room table.  It turns out there was a table under all the paper and computer parts and other miscellaneous items.  (Uh oh, I just turned round and there's still some items on it?)  Dining room mostly sorted I started taking the boxes into the dining room and gathering other bits and pieces from around the house for the car boot sale.
With that cleared out of the garage, I managed to get round to sorting it out and putting things away in the attic.  What a job that was, I eventually finished at four, apart from a few boxes that I left for hubby to put away, (my back had had enough) just in time to pick the older girls up from the bus.  Isla was enjoying herself yesterday playing on her bike and car in the garage, I'm afraid the weather has been too miserable lately to get outside in them, then she had lots of fun playing with toys she'd forgotten about that I had packed up for the car boot sale!
By the time I had collected girls and came home, I managed to make dinner and get washed and changed before heading to my first fat club class.  I learned many years ago, that nothing ever runs smoothly for me.  Someone in their wisdom told me years ago that I wouldn't appreciate things unlessI had to work for them and overcome hurdles!  I know what I thought of that then, and still feel the same way now!  Think she must have been some sort of witch giving me a curse!  I appreciate everything!
I arrived at fat club to a couple of queues, I decided to queue up at the first one and when it was my turn I told the lady behind the desk that I was new - I was directed to a table where another newbie was sitting having a look through her folder and the leader of the class had just started explaining how she was short of helpers tonight and didn't have the time to give us the new member talk, but if we could stay until the end she would get us registered and weighed and quickly go over the plan in about an hour and a half's time.  AN HOUR AND A HALF??  Ok, I thought, it's not that bad.  I don't have to rush home, hubby's with Isla, the older girls will be doing their own thing and it will give me the chance to see what the usual class is like.  I've been busy since coffee this morning, I can have a seat for a whild.
The table we were sat at faced away from the rest of the hall, I turned my chair side on so I could see what was going on while also trying to speak to the other two newbies.  We had a bit of a chat and laugh about why we were there. There was a long queue of ladies up one side of the hall, who then went to the other side to get weighed one by one and have a personal chat to the leader.  In the middle of the hall, was a large circle of chairs, which made me instantly think of an alcoholics anonymous meeting, I started to fill with dread, please tell me we don't have to get all personal with each other about our problem eating?!
Once everyone had been weighed, the three of us newbies were invited to sit in the circle and join in the meeting with the members that stayed.  About two thirds of the members just get weighed and leave.  The leader had announced some winning losses and we clapped, part of me was uncomfortable, the other part of me was trying to convince myself to just accept it and enjoy.  The group was having a tasting evening, quite a few members had cooked dishes and taken them in and they were enjoying the food.  Us newbies were taken back to the table and quickly told about the eating plan.  Then it was back into the circle for some games (mmmmmmm?) and the end of class.
We stayed and registered and then got weighed!  Eventually, I got home.  I tried to have a quick look through the plan, but I was also hungry so had the rest of my dinner and watched Tuesday nigths quality TV!So, I have my official start weight.  I know how much weight I want to lose in total, I know how much I want to lose this year for the sake of sponsorship.
Just prior to Isla's diagnosis I had attended Weight Watchers for a few weeks so I know exactly how much I've put on during Isla's treatment - 2 stone 3.5lbs.  I had put on a stone while pregnant and was already about 2 stone overweight.  So the total I want to lose is 5 stone 2.5lbs.  For the sake of my sponsorship I am setting a target of exactly 4 stone (56lbs) to lose by 29th November, think thats 42 weeks from yesterday?
So, first weigh in done, I've had my breakfast but still got one cup of coffee to drink. I still need to get my head around this eating plan.  Luckily the garage is sorted and the freezer is almost empty.  Today I will sort the stuff for car boot sale properly and get them back in the garage, ready to start packing up some kitchen stuff to store in the dining room.
Here's a fat photo - as with other people conscience of being tubby there are not many photos of me, but on Christmas day I wanted a photo with my girls.  Here's me with my eldest Becky and youngest Isla.

Wish me luck!