Walking on Broken Glass

In a past post I committed to the blogosphere a new found ability to stick at things. Right now I am growing a little concerned, last week I posted late and this week, not only am I late I cheated considerably. I am undeniably in that quagmire that blogger's term writers block.

Whilst fighting the good fight in order to fulfil my posting duties, I am making myself more commitments, ones that kept to myself I could 'forget'.Come the month of July you will see me take this sagging, birth torn body out to lollop the 3 peaks. The Husband is right, I can't keep a secret.

Yesterday I began my training: i-pod, rucksack and I pounded the streets of South Leeds, grimacing inanely as I listened to Rage Against the Machine. I am quite pleased with my first session. Next time I will pound the Streets with the baby's pushchair filled with bricks.... Did I say I was training for the 3 peaks, I meant to say I was training to take over the post of Village Idiot. Anyway for motivational purposes I have posted a before picture, just so we'll all be able to see how far I have to go.

Stuck on you.

If you listened to my mother she would tell you the trouble with me is that I am unable to stick at anything. As mothers tend to, she is describing me as the child she knew. Now of course I am a reformed character; for nearly 10 years I have stuck at the same profession, the same husband, and in the same part of town. More recently I have become rather attached to an unfeasibly long chest hair, which I am determined not to remove until it reaches my navel.

Despite my eldest child's predilection for danger and the very occasional urge to leave them for an extra long stay at grandma's/aunty's/friends or any half decent person that will have them; I have stuck with my children.

So mother, I am determined to write my weekly blogspot and my new track record supports this notion. And if my children's faces are anything to go by sticking with me can sometimes be a little bit of fun. As for the chest hair I'll keep you posted.