It’s been a funny week when the Slimming World eating plan hasn’t exactly been foremost in my mind.
Sure I’ve been trying to eat loads of veg and fruit, had my counted cereal for breakfast and synned my treats (well I think most of them), so overall I was not looking forward to weigh in but wanted to finish my ‘dessert’ somewhere below thirteen stone.
Since our two sets of financial bad news (Friday and Monday) our appetites have withered and we have just gone through the motions of meals.
Yesterday, following receipt of That Letter, we took ourselves out to the open spaces of The Malverns to think, discuss, and plan.
I did not feel like coming back to the boat and searching for something to cook, so I suggested we had a carvery meal out.
As always, we asked if we could have a selection of the meats (pork, beef and turkey) and the person before us had the last of the turkey. The chef was scraping off the flakes and trimmings so I asked what she was going to do with them. She asked if I wanted them on my plate and I said no, but would appreciate a doggie bag.
‘No problem,’ she said, ‘I’ll bring it over.’
Veg on offer yesterday were roast potatoes, green beans, carrots, cauliflower, peas, mushy peas, mashed potatoes, chips plus stuffing balls and yorkshire pudding. I piled my plate with veg and got stuck in. It was delicious.
The doggie bag measured a good foot by four inches, and contained enough meat to make a sweet and sour! There was no way Maggie would have it all (her digestion would simply not be able to cope), but she went nuts when we got back in the car as she sensed that there were some goodies for her. I gave a her a little there and then.
Back at the boat, I offered half of it to a member of staff who has two dogs (not the boss, I don’t trust myself to talk to him yet). I put the rest in a bowl and covered it, though I confess I was picking as the meat was spotless.
Today after breakfast, we became pro-active and armed with a list, started exploring options, possibilities and alternatives.
It was a good morning, and although 2 options were ‘closed’ immediately, at least we had looked into them and knew we would be wasting valuable time to pursue further.
Unlike some of the liveaboards here, our mooring fees are paid up until the end of September, so at least we have six months ‘grace’ to sort something out.
Everyone we have spoken to is up in arms about the increase, some are seeking legal advice, others are making plans to move at the end of the month, and we are having an informal chat with Citizen’s Advice and a Housing representative tomorrow.
Hubby has spent a lot of time on the internet and has found some alternative moorings that are worth investigating. We are not in a position to simply up sticks and move now as we will not get a refund (small print in contract) and cannot afford to write off £1500.
We have also looked at buying (once the boat is sold) and the only property locally we could possibly afford to make an offer on is sheltered housing and as such attracts maintenance and service fees which actually total more for the year than our newly hiked mooring fees here.
Moving further North, we could be in with a chance of buying a property once we’ve sold the boat. Hubby has also found brokers and companies to do that at far better commission rates than the thieves here. They will not be getting any more of our business.
Following on from my interview and TV clip on the local news, we have drafted an email to them as ‘our story’ has developed an interesting turn. We are sleeping on it before sending.
Our meal this afternoon was gammon, scrambled eggs, mushrooms and grated cheese as it was all odds that had to be used up. My fridge is now empty bar a red pepper, 2 eggs and some milk.
So, the question as always is, did I or didn’t I this week.
Good news is I lost a pound and a half, so have dipped below thirteen stone.
Next week I shall sign on for my Last Chance Saloon course of six weeks to try and achieve my three stone certificate (loss of 3½ pounds required) and target (a further 2½ pounds).