This week has proved that I need to prepare more than just clean eating. As luck would have it, the children were having a sleep over at their Grandparents which meant Hubby and I had a free evening together. An evening to ourselves is a rarity so in a moment of madness I declared we must have a 'Date Night'. Along came the pressure. It's the same with food, talk to me about the '10 Week Christmas Party Challenge' or the '12 Week LBD Challenge' and I'm willing participant, shouting "Bring it on" whilst I swagger, menacingly. Suggest 'diet' and I spiral into comfort/panic eating mode. I don't know what it is with that word 'diet'. There are worse four letter words but no other has that affect on me. Maybe because a diet can be a lonely road to take?
My Darling Hubby asked me what I was going to wear for our 'Date Night'. I could tell by his reaction when I responded with "Tinkerbell Pyjamas" that we weren't reading from the same book, never-mind the same page. Since joining Bootcamp, my wobbly bits are less wobbly and flabby bits are less flabby so consequently I look slimmer and more toned. It's increased my confidence and I think I look positively enchanting as I waltz around in my pale green fairy embezzled pyjamas. Sadly, that wasn't quite the look Hubby was expecting. It was 'Date Night' and I had done no preparation whatsoever. I'd put zero effort in and I felt guilty. In an effort to prove my love and devotion, I did something I'd never done before, or hope to again for that matter. Yes, I lit the 'just for effect' candles that are on my mantel. We ate our dinner by candle light which was really quite lovely actually, after I'd made a mental note to buy new candles.
As the evening drew to a close (x-Factor finished), I decided to run a bath. A warm bath full of sensual oils and soothing music would enhance the proceedings nicely. Except my bath oils had mysteriously gone so I had to resort to using the kids Minions blue bubble bath. My bright red skin caused by the bath water being too hot clashed gloriously with the turquoise coloured bath water. Picture a pair of old fashioned 3d glasses and you get the idea. The soothing voice of Gregory Porter was soon replaced with "I'm a Barbie Girl" thanks to using the kids IPod and putting the whole music section on shuffle instead of our Jazz Master on repeat. By the time I'd plucked, shaved, scrubbed, rubbed, de fuzzed, exfoliated, buffed, sponged, face masked, squeezed, tweezed, shampooed, conditioned and deep heat treated, I got out of the bath squeaky clean! I was only a toiletry bag/makeup bag/hairdryer away from fulfilling the dream of 'Date Night'. It's a shame it all took two hours and my Hubby had fallen asleep.
All I can add is that Thank Goodness that I used the time that hubby was snoring away on the sofa to plan and prepare for our child free portion of the next day together. My Catholic upbringing prevents me from saying anymore which I'm sure you're all grateful for. Planning and preparation really is the key to success in all elements of our lives. Some things are too precious and important to be left to chance.
Enjoy the start of our new month's Bootcamp theme 'ROCKtober' beautiful friends.
Ellen Murray: spreading hope, self-belief and empowerment to real women.