I really should be out running ...

I need to shift some weight, as the picture to the right so plainly shows ... Taken Summer '07 in Devon, and I'm fat. Numerous Devonian's preparing to push me back in the water and/or harpoon me just out of shot.

I should be out pounding the streets, burning those excess calories, shifting that weight I'm carrying around my gut, bit frankly I'm too tired ... I'm eating better, cut out most of the junk food (Did have a Mars bar on Saturday though), no take-aways for a month, no alcohol (I have a cupboard full, taunting me) and cutting out caffeine from my diet has meant that come 8pm I'm dead on my feet. (I get up at 5am) By the time I get home from work, eat something, put the girls to bed, walk the dogs etc, I'm too tired to actually get my trainers and run round the block ... Tomorrow. I'll start tomorrow.

So the past week? Not a lot has happened really. Took Charlotte to Manningtree library last weekend, and spent a good 15 minutes in the attached museum talking to the curator (With the most amazing buck teeth. Think Ken Dodd and triple the effect) about a blown up aerial photo of Manningtree taken in 1974. It's changed a bit ... I watch programmes like 'Life on Mars', or see photos in the library, and think how I'd love to go back and have a look. Even in the 5 years we've lived here there have been some big changes, but thankfully due to the town's status of being the smallest town in the UK (Though I swear it's lost the title, but we don't like to mention it incase people start building things) nothing major has happened. Although ... Tesco are threatening to build a superstore in town! The locals are up in arms, citing traffic problems etc .. Although one person I spoke to didn't quite understand what he was up in arms about, as he told me that Tesco would bring traffic problems and generally lower the tone of the town, however if it was Waitrose, then he's all for it!

My dogs don't understand the concept of weekends, and as they're used to me being up at 5am for 5 days of the week, expect me to be up at 5am at the weekends also. I stagger downstairs, swear at the dogs, let them out for their cocking of legs, and then go back to bed and try and find the comfy spot I had just left. Occasionally though, I think what the hell, and take them out for a walk in the early hours of the morning. If I'm lucky then the mist is still hanging over the fields and river, the picture taken to the left was on a lucky morning.

Having said that, I do get my own back on the dogs now and wait for them to fall asleep, then go and cry in their ears ... See how they like it!

Watched a few films on the train this week, and have to admit I've rather enjoyed 'Sweeny Todd' which I, er, acquired somewhere. Been finding myself singing some of the songs to myself at work ... And it's another one of those films where I'd love to go and look around at the setting ... London in the early 1800's certainly looks a bit different to 2008.