Little Prince's School held their annual sports day last week. As he is still in the infant section, they don't do formal sports but have 35 stations around the school field where the kids rotate round and do little events. Such as the rugby "try", the bunny hop, shooting basketball hoops etc. It was a joyful shambles. Half of the younger kids kept wandering off and having to be rounded up by the leaders. The older kids had set up the events and the "jumps" etc were spaced too far apart for the miniatures to jump in one leap. The queue system fell apart quite early on as all the kids wanted to have a go and sundry calls of "Jo-fish" and "Welly-ottt" were heard. A lot.
The whole day was an incredible success. The day was well supervised and the teachers and children gave their all. Parents and kids had a great time and winners were declared by house colour. The only formal race that was run with winners was the 60 metre race which was run in heats. Even though Little Prince was spectacularly bad at all of the events bar the bunny hop, he had a great time and everybody was upset when 3 o'clock came round and hometime was declared. Little Prince's sports day was so different from the sports days of Princess Mummy's youth. Maybe it was the fact that it was an afternoon instead of the whole day. Maybe it was that the event was planned for May instead of mid-July, or maybe it was because the teachers were so enthusiastic and engaged that the kids couldn't help but be sucked in.
In other news, Princess Mummy has started Weight Watchers. Last April I climbed on the scales and the numbers went up, and up, and up. So, when Prince Daddy broke his leg, and I had to take care of him, I was thrilled to see the weight drop off. But then it stopped. Then it crept back on again. And so, finally, I took matters into my own hands and dragged my sorry bum to WeightWatchers.
Honest to Goodness, I've never eaten so much food in my entire life. Instead of the whole "eat less, move more" mantra, I've found myself eating better. Tonnes of food, but better quality. And 3 meals a day! I haven't eaten 3 meals a day since I was 18 and moved out of Queen Mummy's house.
Being in WW has caused me to reconsider how I treat food. Prince Daddy has always said that my relationship with food is downright unhealthy. And now I'm starting to see what he means. Apparently one meal a day is not healthy. Ok, one meal and a giant bar of chocolate.
Yesterday, for example, I ate 2 poached eggs on toast, a baked potato, pasta in cheese and tomato sauce, mini biscuits, a banana, and some grapes. And still, at first week's weigh in, I lost 3 1/2lbs. How does that even work?
I'll keep you informed whether it works again this week. Keep everything crossed for Wednesday's Weigh In.
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