Face down...

Today, on my Facebook memories, the video at the end of my ramblings came up.  It involves an ice rink, a polar bear and several re-takes of an advertising shoot.

It reminds me of my lifelong Battle of the Bulge.  I pootle along quite nicely, with the weight dropping off slowly, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, some kind soul draws me away from the straight and narrow with a piece of cake.  But over the last year, for the first time ever I must add, I seem to have managed not to stray too far from the path, and my weight has stayed fairly stable with a two or three pound leeway.  This prompted my New Year's Resolution which I touched on yesterday, not to buy any new clothes for 2019 (other than a dress for the vow renewal in Vegas later this year).  

Over the years, because I have been a yo-yo dieter of epic proportions, with my lightest and heaviest weights sometimes being three stone apart, I have had to go and buy clothes out of necessity.  But I reckon that I should be able to keep to a weight which all allow my clothes to fit this year.  Of course, there will be times when a skirt or pair of trousers will be snugger than usual, but that's just normal.

The husband is very concerned about my resolutions, as for all the time we've been together, I have bought all of his clothes.  This started out of necessity to bring him out of the 1980's and as the years have gone by, we've both got into the habit of me buying his clothes.  On the three occasions where he has been let loose in Debenhams unattended, he has returned with bags full of clothes which did a simple U-turn in the hall and headed back to the store for a credit note.  So now he leaves it all to me.  While out walking last week, we were talking about this..

'You'll still be able to buy my clothes though?'

Thinking rather swiftly on my feet, I said, 'Oh no.  The resolution means all clothes, and that included yours too'.

'Who's going to buy my socks then?'

'You'll have to buy your own, and while you're at it, you can buy mine too'.

So now I am thinking that this resolution has a beneficial side effect going on, in that I will be saving even more money now I'm not buying his clothes either.  The husband will look like a tramp for the latter part of 2019, but it's a small price to pay.

But going back to the polar bear.  One of my lovely friends, Mrs B-T,  gave me a box of Thornton chocolate at Christmas.  Now please don't imagine that this was just one box of chocolates.  Oh no.  This was a box filled with boxes of chocolates, chocolate Santas, slabs of chocolate and bags of caramels (covered in chocolate).  With some careful sharing over Christmas and with my Binland colleagues last week, I have managed to distribute the chocolate fairly far and wide, but yesterday, I was tidying up, and opening the large, red Thornton's box, I spied one large slab of chocolate which had got forgotten in the wrapping paper.

That polar bear is me, face down in the chocolate, not caring whether someone hoists me out by the braces or not.

But hey, tomorrow's another day...