Day Six Seven Eight

Days are just flying by. Doing lots of yard work and getting heaps done. Finally got all of downstairs cleaned up and all the garbage sorted. Moved the table and now Mick can use it for his building instead of it being a catch all for junk. The girl has been slashing and now we have a huge amount done. I want to start down the front and have a look at that part of the block.
Weight loss thing going very well. Managed to shed 2.2kgs this week so over the moon. Not hard at all either. Just no alcohol and plenty of exercise. Sticking to plan helps too.
Daz arrives home tonight so could be a challenge or two this week. Trying to find somewhere nice to drive to while he is home.
I have been doing a lot of thinking about feeling inferior because of my weight and have traced it back to my mother. I remember standing in Barry and Roberts as a young girl, around 11, and my mother making me try on dresses. She was having a terrible time trying to find one for me as she kept telling me that if I wasn't so fat it might be easier! We came away with a hideous dark blue thing that I hated and still remember to this day. She has a lot to answer for. It's still the same today. I truly feel like an inferior member of society because I am fat. Yeah thanks mum. Still now she looks at me like I am useless and lazy. Maybe if she had been a better cook and not such a diva when I was growing up things might have been different. So yeah it's her fault not mine but I still get to live with it on a daily basis.
Lots to do today, cleaning up before the boss comes home for his week of R&R.

At least the bed will be warmer lol.
Days warm nights cold. Dogs still shivering.