It is now 22nd January and I can already cross 3 things off my to do list 2010. Talk about overachieving:
1) Learn to make a successful omelette: It has taken me 24 years and 11 months – but, by gum, I am now finally able to make an omelette without getting so pissed off with the folding it over stage that I accidentally turn it into a cheesy scrambled egg based dish instead.
It is also a major life skill as I am now well equipped to run a cheap cafe in the South of France.
2) Give up breastfeeding: I have now gone three days without breastfeeding. No, not even at bedtime, during the night, or at ANY of the 78,000 times Hallam has put his hand down my top and started fiddling about. This is amazing-astonishing-staggering, as I was pretty well convinced that stopping breastfeeding was going to be such an ordeal that I was never going to be able to do it. And then I would have to turn up on his lunch break from his busy job as a brain surgeon, and whip out a boob.
He has already managed to get conjunctivitis since I stopped breastfeeding! Coincidence? I THINK NOT. (Well, okay, actually I think it most likely is just a coincidence. That said, I do firmly believe in the magical properties of breast milk but I also believe almost 15 months is enough magic for one baby.)
I probably have a lot more to say about this (I do, I really really do.) But, I will do that once I finish this here beer and then a huge mojito and also a bottle of wine. And have a holiday in the sun sans baby just because I CAN now do things like that. (I mean, I can’t – I have minus money and I wouldn’t even want to go away without Hal, but, you know? I could leave him if I wanted to!)
3) Exercise regularly: I have been to the gym more than 6 times this month which absolutely counts as regular exercise when you factor in the fact that at least 5 of those times have been before 7 o clock in the morning and the first week of January does not count AND I spent 24 hours being sick a few weeks ago. I also broke my trainer on the treadmill which means I am not just faffing around but actually doing Proper Exercise, worthy of breaking 10 year old Nikes.
I admit that things 2) and 3) will require a little bit of effort to sustain but I believe making an omelette is going to be like riding a bicycle. So, hurrah.
Who would like cheese and ham?
*It is possible I have had half a Heineken and am now a little bit tipsy.
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Omelette please.