Day 60 - Baggy needs to get her act together!

Baggy woke up this morning, relieved that her dramatic fall in the car park yesterday didn't seem to have done too much damage. So as she was okay and can drive again, she went off to Fat Club (her lovely Slimming World group). It's the first time that she has been able to go since the middle of November! Freda Fretter was worried. Clever Bird knew that it wouldn't be pretty. Baggy was very optimistic that she had only put on two or three pounds. Seriously Baggy? Grotty Groom is not doing her duties. No mucking out. No lugging hay nets and buckets of water. No walking the Boys in and out (forty minutes a day). No pushing wheelbarrows full of muck a few hundred yards to the muck heap. No riding. No changing rugs. No grooming. Creative Clara hasn't been allowed to go to Tribal dance classes. Even Furry Mama had weeks of not being able to walk Minty Mutt. And as for The Domestic Goddess - well actually, no change there then, pretty much as useless as always. So, really not much exercise.

Then of course we can add two weeks of living with Baggy's sister. Wine every night. Lovely home-made cakes. Nibbles. Well, you get the picture.  Then Christmas. Hmmmm! Bearing in mind that in the Baggy household, there were still mince pies, chocolates and various other goodies, like brandy butter to be consumed, as recently as yesterday. Correction. Today. Plus, Clever Bird had convinced Baggy that all the extra calories were being used up healing Baggy after her two operations. Well maybe they were for a while. But Baggy is now pretty healed. So. The scales.

Yes, well the less said about that the better. Okay, if you insist. For the sake of honest transparency, Baggy had put seven-and-a-half pounds back on. Ooooooops! When Clever Bird got home, the certificate on the fridge that Baggy was so proud of had to come down. After all she has no longer lost two-and-a-half stone. In fact realistically she has put much more than seven pounds on. Lawrence-the-durmoid-cyst weighed at least five pounds. No idea what all Baggy's hysterectomy bits weighed too. So, Clever Bird is now forgetting all of that. New Year. New start. Baggy is eating healthily once again.

When Baggy got home, Furry Mama was keen to get her out. Mint fancied the dormouse sanctuary walk. That was a good forty-five minutes of exercise. Yep Baggy's back on track.......