Street Party Cakes

Second post, and we're already onto cake.  I'm making Union Jack cakes for our street party tomorrow.  I'm not a great cake baker, but I'm happy to eat whatever mush I produce as I have such a sweet tooth. 

When I was seriously trying to lose weight, I had to concentrate hard not to eat too much sweet stuff.  However, top tip - meringues.  No fat - all sugar!  I'm not advocating eating a ton of them...but I used to allow myself a meringue at the end of the day as a treat.  It was absolute heaven with a cup of mint tea.

But I think on such a special occasion as a Royal Wedding (which I'm rapidly losing my British cynisism about and have bought bunting/flags to decorate the house and even {whispers} a red, white and blue hair clip for tomorrow's do) you should be allowed a cake or two.  Even if they do look like colourful mush.

Enjoy the preparations.... :-)

B xx

First steps...

Well, here we are then.  My first entry in my blog and I'm finding it difficult to know where to start.  How about I tell you why I'm here in the first place?

December 2008.  I'm at the Docs, having just been diagnosed with a very minor hole in the heart thing (don't feel sorry for me - apparently it's very common).  Trouble is it's all spaghetti'd up with a family history of stroke and the Doc is obviously concerned.  He looks me up and down and says, "You could do with losing a few pounds."

I felt like I'd been booted in the face.  How dare he?  I'm a svelt size 12!  Well, I would be, if they made clothes properly these days.  I mean, so I don't fit into size 16s anymore, but that's all to do with the fashion industry, isn't it?  I mean, for goodness sakes!  Harrrumph!  (etc etc etc...)

When I got home, I took a good look at myself in the mirror.  The Doc was right.  My arse was the size of a B52 bomber.  Action had to be taken.  It was time for...duh duh derrrrrrrr!  WeightWatchers.

And on that cliffhanger, I'll leave my first post.  Laters, Lighters!

Becky xx