... I'm supposed to take it easy. Rest. It's Sunday, after all. But no. So far I've made breakfast, but I plan on doing a lot more. Hubby is away to AquaVac the living room carpet since it's developed a smell. Dogs, cats and a dribbly child will do that. I have things I need to get done today so that it's all done for tomorrow:
- Make crustless quiches for hubbys snacks tomorrow
- Do some washing
- Put away dry washing
- Empty all the baskets of clean washing (and trust me there are a few...)
- Clear the hallway
- Make a start on cleaning the bathroom. There are about 101 unused bottles of crap sitting in there taking up valuable counter space. And half finished things that no one uses anymore. It's crazy.
So there is plenty to be getting on with. I also need to cook up something for lunch/supper, and lunch for hubby to take with him. I think he's sick of my favourite soup. I can't help making it. But I'll make him something else to take tomorrow.
I'm still feeling better when I'm following the plan. I had 12.5 Syns yesterday, and I wished I didn't. I had a mars bar (well, Tesco's version) and it made me crave more chocolate. So I think I'm going to build up to using Syns on things like chocolate and sugary treats. I haven't built the control yet, so I don't enjoy it.
Anyway, time to get off my fat arse and do something productive. Or watch Wallace & Gromit. Y'know, same thing.
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