Grumpy Guts

I am trying to embrace my curves, but they're resisting the effort.

I've never been the most patient of girls, but this 'losing weight' lark is really testing me...

• Exercising - check
• Dieting - check
• Taking vitamin supplements that make my wee flouro yellow - check.

So why is nothing changing...? And why are my lovely Cue pants emphasising the curvier aspects of my arse? WHY Lord Why?

* My tummy hurts from too many sit-ups.

* My head hurts from too little coffee.

* My heart hurts from the sight of sticky-out pockets.

I swear - it's enough to drive a girl to Sticky Cinnamon Scrolls from Bakers Delight.

And in other news... I went to Ikea yesterday - MrB and I grabbed the opportunity to do some child-free Ikeaing as we'd dumped the kids with his aunt while we went to Gladesville (no, sorry, apparently it was Monash Park) to pick up a dressing table I'd bought off eBay. I saw the blue and yellow monolith and got a craving for Swedish meatballs. I do like to indulge in the full Ikea experience sometimes... meatballs, chips, Daim bar... and the nasty surprise when you go through the checkout and all those little bits of cheap knick-knackery have ended up costing you $300.

But - it had to be done, as we've put the twins into Big Beds, and there was two lots of bedding to be bought. I'll admit to getting a teeny bit teary as I was putting them to bed on Saturday night. Miss I was giving me a fierce cuddle, hanging around my neck, clinging on for dear life. "My mummy, love my mummy" she said.

And I realised they're not babes anymore...