Open mouth, Insert foot

I learnt a very long time ago that if you strive towards a very big goal (I'm fairly certain that running the marathon counts as a 'very big goal') it's best to break that down into lots of little bite sized goals, each one taking you that bit closer to THE BIG ONE than the last.

For that reason I haven't thrown myself into marathon training straight away, no matter how tempting that has been. First off I appointed a trainer, which may just have been my first mistake. The speed at which my husband accepted the role, coupled with his accompanying evil grin, suggests that he may just use this as an opportunity to get his own back on me for years of being on the receiving end of my PMS!

But that aside, I know I can trust him to keep me on the right track. Which so far has entailed losing a bit of weight. I had a knee injury as a teenager which still, very occasionally, plays up in cold, damp weather so it stands to reason that the less weight my poor, old knees have to carry around the better. Although he might have been a little more tactful, 'lets get some of that fat off you' is not what a wife wants to hear. Especially not when she's half way through baking a scrummy chocolate cake. I could almost hear those calories laughing at me as I opened the oven door :(

So far I've lost almost half a stone. I was doing rather well I thought.  And I said as much.

Silly me!

Nothing wipes a smug smile off my face faster than a big bully of a husband trainer adding sit-ups to my morning routine! I think I'll keep my observations to myself in future ;)