Hey all!

Been quiet over hear because I haven’t had much to say. Huh. Go figure.

No really. I’ve been like a bear with a sore head crossed with a moribund great dane. Except I’m not big like a great dane and you certainly can’t see my ribs or hips.

Which is the predominant reason why I’ve been the embodiment of Cranky.

I’ve been exercising and I guess I could stop talking now as that explains everything. I mean, I actually like being fit and having muscles, I do, it’s just the getting there that I hate.

I hate sweating so profusely my entire body is wet. (It’s still freakin’ humid here so exercising = even more discomfort)

I hate Jillian Michaels in that way you hate something which you know is doing your body a whole lot of good. I guess she is to the body what bran is to the bowel.

But I’m not losing any weight. None. Not a gram.

And quite frankly it’s pissing me off.

Look, I know muscle weighs more than fat but the amount of exercise I have done this last 10 weeks – a LOT – over the last 18 months – NONE – I would have expected to have dropped AT LEAST five kilos. Bastard body.

So of course, as with so many other times I try to lose weight, it messes with my head first – the whole defeatist attitude and other boring predictable crap.

And that translates beautifully into the Cranky.

Combine that with being with Grover 24/7 and Jasper 24/7 bar two days and well – cue maternal tones – I’ve just had it.

Things with Grover have gone significantly downhill the last few weeks – at 21 months he is well and truly into that zone of climbing and getting into everything and anything as soon as your back is turned. So there’s drawing in crayon (that he must have a secret stash of somewhere) on the lounge, floor, table, chairs, walls, climbing up onto the outside table and dancing, throwing objects big and small, light and heavy at anyone and anything, screaming at the top of his lungs then looking at you to see your reaction, breaking things, tantruming and waging war against Jasper.

The upside has been the ongoing speech developments – “Oh WOW’ is a good one – and that we are finally getting more nights a week where he sleeps through than not.

God I’m even boring myself.

So yeah, I’m fat, sweating a lot, yelling at my children even more and just being generally morose.

Move along, nothing to see.