Thursday 9 January 2014

The Proof of the Pudding

I was doing some thinking the other day.

Quite often I do my best thinking when staring at the floor boards.  (Funny that.)



I'd been reading a short 'spanky' book on my Kindle about some poor lil ole girl in the Old West, who met some man and ended up married to him within six hours, and being spanked by him within seven hours.

It was a very enjoyable romp.  He used every implement known to man, spanked long and hard, lectured like a pro, and stood her in the corner at the beginning, middle and end.  Whew!

She was beautiful, young, slim and feisty.  She got up at 6.30am, baked biscuits, cooked an enormous breakfast, had lunch waiting and dinner planned and prepared to perfection for when he arrived home weary and saddlesore.  She washed his shirts in a tub outside (carrying water by the pail) and kept the house clean, tidy and well polished, whilst managing to feed hens, collect eggs, milk the cow and feed the pigs.  Yet she still had time to ride off for miles on jaunts, swim in secluded ponds, spend money they didn't have on things they didn't need, be rude and abrupt with their family and neighbours, swear like a trooper and be disrespectful with her new husband - and yet behave like a sex goddess at the drop of a hat both day and night.  Oh, and when she got spanked it was upwards of a hundred times and she screamed and yelled, had to be held down, had her hands restrained behind her back, struggled so much she nearly threw herself off the aforesaid husband's knees, couldn't sit down for the next several days and had to eat standing up, and immediately told him how sorry she was and how much she loved and adored him.  Whew!!

So there I was thinking.

I was thinking about Consistency and I was thinking about all my mates in Blogland, and in particular I was thinking about Dan.

Now Dan isn't particularly consistent.  He would perhaps like to think he is, but he isn't.  It used to bother me a lot.  But now I just go with the flow most of the time, and the other bit of time I muddle my way through as best I can.  But why does he have a problem with consistency, and why do I think he isn't consistent?  After all, he might be.  My perception of him might be wrong.

It seems to me that there are three main types of people who do DD or TTWD.

There are those people who started because they had very real problems with their marriages.  They heard/read/happened upon blogs/found out from friends/had family members who were/are involved in it, and having talked things through they decided (for whatever reason) to give it a shot, in the hope that it would stop the rot, fix their rocky marriage/relationship, put an end to arguments and constant disagreements, and draw them closer together and reaffirm their love for one another.

Then there are those people where the husband, either because he has been brought up in a DD family, or because he has a naturally dominant personality knows deep within himself that there can only be one head of his household - and he is it, and therefore he brings DD to his wife and expects/convinces her, to become his TIH.

Finally, there are those people where the woman brings DD to her husband.  She does it for a variety of reasons.  She may feel their marriage is stagnating or becoming unbearably boring.  She may feel divorce is looming ever closer on the horizon.  She may be wondering why they live like ships passing in the night. She may think their sex life is non existent. She may have had a light bulb moment and realised that she was nagging and hounding her poor spouse into an early grave.  Or whatever.  But she came upon the word 'spanking', read about it, researched it, was perhaps initially horrified by it, grew intrigued with it, perhaps discovered some blogs about others who practised it, and finally decided it was what was going to save her marriage/relationship, so she eventually gets up the courage to do something about it, and she brings DD to her husband.

Whew!

I love reading blog posts.  Just at present I have very little time to do them justice.  I try to comment whenever I can.  I've made many really good friends here, and the advice and support I've received is second to none and if anyone from the outside world tried to upset anyone - well, just call me and see my kevlar body armour!  Blogger is leading me a dance and not letting me add all the blogs I follow to my list, so I apologise and believe me, I try my best and I am sorry if I haven't been on your blog lately.  Whew!

Where was I?

Oh yes, consistency.  

So what I perceive is this.  Group number one don't seem to have any real issues with consistency.  It's a given.  They have talked about and studied the dynamic together, they have practised everything they should have practised, they have (in many cases) their rules in place, their implements in a drawer/box/cupboard, the rituals of once, twice, three times a week, plus disciplinary spankings, plus punishment spankings, and off they go.  They have their ups and downs, as normal people would, but there never seem to be any real issues with consistency, because they both wanted this, and they both worked hard to put it in place in their marriages/relationships.

Group number two sometimes gets off to a bit of a rocky start, but once the couple gets going, they go great guns.  The husband has introduced the dynamic, he more or less knows what is expected, he sorts out their rituals, rules, spankings and implements, and despite various little snarls and hitches, and a bit of back-tracking from time to time, they seem to do pretty well for themselves as the husbands do their best to be consistent.  The only slight snag I can deduce, is that there are a few wives who actively dislike being spanked and are not really what one would call spankos.  Perhaps this is mostly because they mainly see the maintenance/reaffirmation/disciplinary/punishment side of a spanking, and they weren't the ones who wanted to do it in the first place - just the ones who agreed it was necessary in their marriages/relationships.

Then we have the final group.  This is the group where the wives brought this to their husbands. Ha!  You just cannot imagine how long it took me to open my mouth and whisper the little words "I want you to spank me!" to Dan.  He nearly had apoplexy on the spot.  He still has to pinch himself in order to convince himself that he is actually laying into my bottom in order to fulfil my request and that our marriage is not only doing well, but flourishing beyond anything ever hoped for.  But consistency?  Oh brother!  

Some couples are lucky enough to fall into consistency within the first three to four months. Some within six to eight months.  Usually by a year most couples have developed certain rituals, a few rules may have been set up, implements and spanking positions organised and daily, weekly or even monthly discussions have made communication easier and more carefree. Ha!

Then there are The Starsongs.

Half the time I swear the left hand doesn't know what the right had is doing.  But this is someone who mentioned "not being serious" the other week and ended up having a nude discussion for the best part of an hour before being back to the starting blocks to be spanked all over again.

So we had a discussion about consistency.  It wasn't a brilliant, earth-shattering discussion.  It did have Dan telling me that he thought I had somehow "out-manoeuvred" him, and my poor bottom bears the brunt of what he thought of that. But I did manage to explain that whilst I thought we had started off brilliantly right back at the start, we seem to have gone somewhat "off piste" as far as consistency is concerned, and that much of our spanking these days is of the type that could well become the new Olympic sport!  eg I have developed the most imaginative front crawl you ever saw! 

Really I sometimes feel it is like the blind leading the blind.  We just go around in circles.  Dan thinks these circles are consistent, but I am not so sure.  The most consistent bit as far as he is concerned is that Thursday has become known as Spanky Doodle Day. His words - not read off Ana's blog - and he even whistles the tune and plays it on my butt nearly every week as a warm up!  

We also have top-up days, and very often the odd "Get over here, I'm going to warm your bottom for you" days.  But nothing is terribly consistent, and as I say, if I remind him too often, I certainly feel his annoyance and irritation the next time I am spanked for "whatever", be it for pleasure or reprimand.

This morning should've been more in the line of a stressbuster. We got into the consistency debate because Dan noticed the scales on the floor of our bedroom.  They were there because I have put on so much weight over Christmas that I feel like a fat pig and I now have to not only lose that extra weight, but also keep to my goal of losing another fourteen pounds before the end of June when we have a wedding to go to. So I took the opportunity of leaping on to the scales before I leapt over Dan's lap.


  

I shrieked with horror, and very foolishly, EXTREMELY, STUPIDLY FOOLISHLY when asked to fetch an implement, handed Dan the wooden salad server for my spanking. (We hadn't used it for some time as I favour our leather paddle, and Dan favours the bathbrush.) 

"You are going to have to help me with this!" I instructed him, my eyes glued to the scales whilst handing him the salad server. I then moaned and groaned to emphasise my discomfiture. 

"But I like you like this.  Okay, so your legs now look a bit on the thin side.  But your bottom isn't fat, and I certainly wouldn't want you to lose any weight off your boobs. (He used another word entirely.) It's just your stomach is a bit round.  Well, a lot round." He pinched a good deal more than an inch!  More like several inches!  

"I hate it.  I've got to lose it.  I can't go shopping for a new dress looking like this.  I can't believe I've put so much on in such a short time.  I was doing so well."

"Hmmm.  I did notice your jumpers or shirts tend to stand out a bit from the rest of you.  Like the overhang on a cliff."




I froze.

"What did you say?!"

"Well you know.  Nothing fits snugly around your waist any more.  Why don't you tuck your shirts in? Maybe it would help."

I snorted.  "So you think I am fat?  You are saying my clothes don't fit?"

"No I never said that.  Don't put words into my mouth.  I told you, I like you the way you are."

I drew myself up and glared at him.

"All right.  The weight comes off.  You can bloody well help me to lose it.  I will try to lose some each week, and you can spank me so many times for each pound I have to lose, and if I don't lose any weight one week, or put it on, you can spank me more.  Maybe that way I will lose the blessed weight."

So okay, I did have Dan's arm up his back a little bit, but I informed him that I thought it would be within his role to look after me and keep me safe.  (Snigger )

There followed an extremely intense ten minutes of discussion whilst Dan did mental calculations and came to various conclusions about how many spanks per pound he should give me.  It was further agreed that the spanks would be hard and given with the salad server in order that the weight be lost as quickly as possible.  (This is where I have to admit to the world that I need to lose a total of eighteen pounds!  I know - horrible!)  First he decided on ten pounds per pound of weight, but decided that 180 spanks with the salad server would do me in.  (He was right!)  So he went down to seven.  126 also seemed rather excessive.  So we ended up at four spanks per pound and that still worked out at 72.  Horrors!  Suddenly the idea didn't seem so wonderful, and why oh why the salad server?!  

He brandished it triumphantly whilst I got into position.  I took rather more time than usual, and strangely didn't regard my stress release spanking with the enthusiasm I had earlier on.  When he put his right leg over mine I knew he meant business.

He gave me my anti-stress spanking entirely with his hand.  It was harder than usual and not quite as I had envisaged.  After fifty or so he remarked that his hand hurt, but I wasn't prepared for the explosion of pain that crashed over my poor bottom as he replaced his hand with the salad server.  And the blessed man chose this time to discuss my weight loss solution with me and to explain exactly how this was all going to work!

This is a note to all "newbies" or ones among you unsure about the sagacity of using a less-frequented implement, known to impart extreme pain and discomfort, simply as a reminder not to eat so much and to eat more healthily, in other words, as a weight loss tool.  DON'T UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!

It was unbearable.  I was held in a clamp.  I thought at one stage I would either throw myself on the floor in a heap, or punch poor Dan in the nose.  Way before 72 spanks I was promising the Earth and all that is in it if he would stop.  Dan not only kept going, but he told me it was for my own good and that he was going to not only ensure I lost the weight, but that the salad server was used every week to strengthen my resolve.  He asked me questions.  He made me promise to give up chocolates, cake, pastries and buns.  He felt that alcohol should be limited to one glass only - with my Sunday lunch - and that I should up my intake of mineral water, and eat more fresh fruit and vegetables.  

To think that it was only in my last post I discussed "lecturing".  I can hardly wait to see what he does with "consistency"!

It is evening and I am still sore. I have spoon-shaped bruises on my SIT SPOTS!

This never happens to me.  I boast about it.  This is me with the "rhino hide"!  I have a smooth bottom and I never bruise!

When I eventually levered my poor, hot, well-peppered bottom up from my husband's lap, I threw that f-----g salad server the length of our bedroom. 

Dan was shocked.  "Did you just throw that?" he asked.  

"Yes I did," I snarled.  "I hate it.  I had forgotten entirely how lethal it could be.  I aim to lose this weight very quickly and keep it off!"

"Ha!" he replied.




34 comments:

  1. Oh gosh Ami. I do love your posts. You are so fun and witty! I think SM and I fall into all three classes of DD that you mentioned! He was my HoH and spanked me a week after our wedding. Then years later I found DD online and brought it to him and we started up just like newbies!

    I asked SM a few months ago to help me with weightloss. He did one day and then promptly ignored or forgot to do it ever again. Honestly I think it is
    better if I do my own motivating on that anyway!

    72 spanks??? Oh my word how did you ever do that!!!! My bottom would be a blistered mess after that kind of spanking. You must have superbuns!

    love
    sara :)

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    1. Thanks, Sara, I don't think I am particularly witty, but I have been told I am a funny old pickle! Yes, you do seem to fit all three types. So really we all ought to come to you for advice then, eh?

      Oh isn't weight loss a nightmare? I can never seem to be motivated when the weather is cold and miserable. Yet when it's hot I can live on salads so long as they are interesting and have low fat dressings. So that means I yo yo as I lose weight in the summer and gain weight in the winter. Sigh!

      It should have been 72 spanks, but by the time we got to fifty or so I couldn't take any more and they became small pats. I guess I don't have what it takes. I just hope he doesn't decide to add them to the total - if you see what I mean. I think a sum total of around 20 would've been fine by me. And yes, I did get bruised and I was sore all day with some residual soreness even today. Sometimes being spanked sucks!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  2. This is the second post I've heard mentioning salad servers. I actually had some on a wish list before we started ttwd - I think they're coming off!

    Great post and yes, consistency will be a struggle for those of us who introduced it. I'm trying to set my expectations very low and take baby steps. It sounds like Dan has found his way.

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    1. I think this is because they are very often made of much harder and more resistent woods then cake or stirring spoons, and therefore don't tend to break or crack, which could cause injury. Ours is made from olive wood and was originally bought in Tunisia. It even has a good thick handle and even after a year shows no sign of deterioration. But I had completely forgotten what it could feel like. All I can say is that I recommend you do what we did at the start, and that was to use a small, thin, pliable wooden spatula. It stung like the devil but was safe to use and good from a beginner's point of view. It was eventually broken during use - Dan got very gungho when using it and I never got around to replacing it. I wonder why?!

      Baby steps are very important! Sooner go slow and experiment. It's not a race and you will soon find what you dislike and what you hate. You may even find you love some things, like my affection for my leather Rose Paddle which I, together with many others around here, purchased from Leatherthorn.

      Good luck with your journey!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  3. LOL! Yesterday Barney and I were 'joking' that he is consistent. Consistently . INCONSISTENT. LOL. Meh, such is life. We talk and round and round we go again.

    Bathbrush, broken skin over here today. But no bruising. Go figure. Someone should really research the ways of all this.

    Good luck with your weight loss. About 3 years ago, I lost 18 pounds. I started with egg whites and veggies in the morning. Chicken 'sandwiches' in lettuce instead of bread..or veggie pizza's on pita bread and a dinner without 'white'. And sadly not much wine.

    You can do it! love willie
    ps I would have punched Dan way before the wooden salad spoon...right when he grabbed your tummy! But don't listen to this 'angel'

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  4. research the WHYS of this...not ways

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    1. Yes, inconsistent consistency, that sounds like it. Oh broken skin! Horrid! Tell him that's too hard! Dan swishes and it stings and burns. I value my bottom too much to let him thump. What I did notice is that the bruising was on my sit spots, which he only discovered a month or so ago and is still getting a kick out of attacking. But any bruises I get these days don't last much more than a day or two days at the most. I agree, someone should do some research. Can you imagine - John Smith, Kings College Oxford, reading Bruises on the Butt Caused by Spanking Excessively. Hilarious!

      Sandwiches in lettuce sound lovely for summer - not so much for winter. I love pitta bread, but I need my meat! I am a carnivore!

      Do you know, Willie, he used the spoon the other way around a couple of times just to see my reaction. Most of my bruises were crescent shapes due to him doing that! You want to try it - NOT! Angel my ear!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  5. Ami,
    I had such a great time reading your long post. Lots of fun and real interesting!
    Meredith

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    1. Welcome to the blog of Ami the Pickle! I am very glad you enjoy reading little excerpts of my more crazy moments!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  6. My husband has gotten really good at planting a smack with his hand, that makes me try to squirm from side to side, and to crawl forward. It is, however, very shocking to me how a wooden paddle, barely applied, can hurt so much worse. Those taps send me into a more panicked mode, to the point that he will swat with his hand a few times, in between the paddle swats. I can not imagine how you must have felt. I hope you meet your goal. I wish I was only 18 pounds from my ideal body weight. Good luck and God bless. -Belle L.

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    1. Someone ought to write about that strange forward crawl. I am positive it is quite common amongst the great and the spanked, but perhaps no-one likes to mention it. I am quite good at enduring hand spanks, but I must have had a senior moment when I thought the salad server would be a good idea.

      Believe me, 18 pounds is not going to be easy. If I have any luck I'll be sure to let you know how I managed to achieve it.

      Thanks for the luck and blessings.

      Hugs
      Ami

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  7. Okay Ami...first off...ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR EVERLOVIN' MIND?!? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?

    Now...here is my opinion...our men are consistent in what they consider important. Think about it...Dan is consistent on what he considers important...top ups, Spanky Doodle Day, etc. Since he doesn't seem to consider your weight important, I am betting that he will not be overly consistent...good thing for your tushie!

    I never brought DD to anyone! I swear, there must be a sign on my forehead that says 'beat my bottom!'

    Lucky lady...I wish I only needed to lose 18 pounds! Good luck sweetie.

    Hugs and Blessings...
    Cat

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    1. Cat! I don't know what the heck I was thinking! I'm an Ami! Remember?!

      Oh I so hope you are right and he doesn't turn out to be too consistent. I've suddenly realised that I'm not really into pain!

      I'll bet you have a little secret tattoo!

      Oh golly, isn't losing weight horrid?

      Hugs and blessings returned to you, Sweetie!

      Ami

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  8. Hi Ami,

    Firstly, I'm sorry I didn't manage to comment on your previous post. It sounds as though it was a very hard moment, but also a pivotal moment for you both and that you gained a better understanding of each other's point of view, needs etc.

    In our case I already tended to defer decisions to Rick, it is just in my nature and we had already incorporated spanking in 'play' then decided we wanted to take our Dom/sub roles outside of the bedroom and discovered DD. For us it was more of a mutual thing to enhance our relationship rather than as a 'fix'.

    I've been thinking about consistency too lately and I like your words "my perception of him may be wrong". I wonder how often this may be the case. In his mind he may feel he is being consistent but no two people see things the same way. For instance, there may be an 'issue' we may feel needs addressing, however, he may legitimately not see it as an issue and therefore does not take any action. Result ... we think he is being inconsistent. Consistency, on both our parts, seems to ebb and flow here.

    That sounds so ouchy, your poor butt! Good luck with your weight loss goal. You can do it!

    Hugs,
    Roz

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    1. That's okay Roz. And yes, it was a hard moment, but I think it has turned out to be quite beneficial. I think you are lucky that you had already incorporated spanking 'play' as it would have helped us enormously. Poor Dan - I still remember how shocked he was when I asked him to spank me that first time.

      I am very glad to know that you have the occasional glitch with consistency in your neck of the woods. That book Men are from Mars and Women are from Venue had many a true word in it.

      Yes, I did have a poor butt. Thanks for the sympathy. Much appreciated. Weight loss? Not quite so easy....

      Hugs
      Ami

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  9. Oh dear Ami lol

    Where to start, with your book?? I got tired reading what that woman did all day, thank god for farmers and supermarkets huh lol

    I'm trying to figure out which category we fall in to. Balu has always been very dominant, but so was I and fought him every step of the way. But even though our marriage wasn't on the verge of a divorce I did thi k something needs changing. He's always swatted me when he's been angry or for fun, but I was the one who found dd and showed him, not because I wante it, as I've said before because I thought I found a load of loony woman out there who let their partners beat their backsides. Anyway long story short he talked me round and we started.

    Having said that, we have issues with consistency, maybe our consistency looks different to yours, but it's still there. It really is a matter of what we find important and discipline worthy and what their perception of the situation is. I've been spanked for things that I thought was totally unfair and other times have wondered why he didn't deal with a situation I thought I would have been in trouble for.

    We don't have any specific days where we do any particular spanking, just as and when it's needed. Actually I got my ass beaten and probably bruised ( I don't want to look, but I'm stood typing this, so ill lave it to your imagination lol) but it started out as fun, and ended in discipline because of something I said about myself that hurt him, it's complicated :)

    Ok I know this is getting long BUT any spoon shaped wooden implement is the work of the devil, you should know that crazy woman lol I bet you have spoon shaped bruises you loon haha

    I have put so muh weight on over the holidays, my onsie is getting tight round the middle an we all know how baggy those things are, but to get the salad server to lose weight???? Again I must ask HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR FRIGGING MIND ?

    Right as usual I'm off to do the school run, put some arnica on your poor bum and then send me the tube please lol

    Have a good day my friend, I haven't forgotten that email, I'm sorry I will get round to it soon :)

    Hugs x

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    1. The snag is, Missy, that I have just read a book on Control, recommended by Willie. It was very interesting to read, although much of what the guy talks about he repeats over again and again. And it is very basic psychology (if you have ever studied psychology), but I rapidly came to the conclusion that I, too, am a dominant female. Well, that didn't take too much figuring out, I suppose. So this is why I not only have a great deal of trouble forcing myself into a more submissive state of mind, but I think perhaps, deep inside of me, that I don't really believe I shall ever become truly submissive. So, hence, I prefer the word co-operative, because for me, that is a great stride forwards. LOL!

      That spoon is from hell itself. Especially when he used it several times THE WRONG WAY ROUND. It left such crescents in my tender flesh. We didn't get to 72. I was too worked up. At one point he had to stop and remind me to breathe and I was choking. I don't think it did him or me very much good, truth be told. But it has certainly made me think about my weight and what goes into my mouth during the day. Definitely no more cakes and chocolates, and although I make my own bread, less of that too. The alcohol is more difficult to cut down on, even though I am not a big drinker and only enjoy a glass of wine here and there.

      A onsie?!!! ROTFL!!!!!!!!!!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  10. Oh, that was such fun reading, Ami. Your poor tush, I feel for you! I have weight to lose as well, but I'm not sure I like the idea of spanking for weight loss incentive.

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    1. Glad you liked reading about my trials and tribulations, Holla!

      My tush is fine again now, thanks. But I can tell you that this particular spanking was a VERY GOOD INCENTIVE to lose weight!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  11. Ami, sweet pea...you are a nut! I think your desire for some kind of consistency has just found root and now your poor bum is toast...unless of course you lay off the toast. We are both trying to lose weight here and we did great before Christmas. I need to get back at it, but boy howdy, I am NOT asking for this kind of help.

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    1. Oh Susie, I know, I know. Well, I know now! I am just hoping that Cat is right and that Dan won't be very consistent with this. All I can say is that he has now weighed himself - and has put on quite a lot of pounds too! But when I suggested I spank him you should have seen his face!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  12. Not sure we fit into any category. He has always done a bit of spanking...me always read about it, thought about it...sigh...we are who we are!

    I agree with everyone....ARE YOU CRAZY???!! 72?!! OMGoodness girl.

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    1. Mmmmm. I think you are varying degrees of the second group, but with many differences. Understand? No? No, neither do I but I couldn't think how else to put it.

      You know I am crazy. Well, you should be now. (But no more crazy than you. Hey? Hmmmm? LOL!)

      Hugs
      Ami

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  13. Hi Ami

    Several bloggers have cautioned against allowing kitchen utensils to migrate to the bedroom - you must have missed those posts! Weight Watchers worked for me; I lost 19 pounds in 17 weeks five years ago and haven't put it back on. I expect you will want to do it quicker than that unless you can arrange for the salad server to go missing. Good luck!

    Rosie x

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    1. Hi Rosie, I now agree wholeheartedly with the "several bloggers". But then, the average household is a minefield when it comes to spanking implements, I am warning you. You enter nearly every room at your peril! LOL!

      Please can you remember HOW you lost your 19 pounds? I will then broadcast it far and wide so we can all lose it and never put it back on! I did really well with weightwatchers - but then proceeded to put even more on over the next ten years. Maybe the salad server has some yardage in it after all.

      Hugs
      Ami

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  14. LOL. Ami, you do yourself in every single time! Still, I'm sure you needed the spanking for stress relief if nothing else.

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    1. Oh Ana, I thought perhaps you had luckily missed my blog this time... Now I know you will think I am Minelle's twin. I did issue you with warnings! RONFL when I think about us all!

      Believe me, I now have a very low opinion of wooden kitchen utensils of any kind! I had to pick that stupid salad server up in order to vacuum the floor, and I picked it up gingerly between my finger and thumb and tossed it to the back of a drawer under a considerable number of pairs of knickers, hopefully never to be found again!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  15. Hi Ami, there is too much talking in your house! We , I suppose are in the third category but we don't seem to worry about where we are and who's on track. We are just plodding on,
    On the diet thing. I am keeping a food diary and when hubby comes home he checks it and writes comments. I must admit I am being very careful about what I am shovelling in because the wooden paddle has been mentioned for consequences :(
    love Jan,xx

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    1. Jan my friend! How can you say all that and then admit to having a food diary that you let John read! I can only imagine that the wooden paddle must be on a par with the salad server is not worse, except it is not curved and cannot be used the other way around because paddles are the same on both sides! Ha!

      Hugs
      Ami

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  16. I haven't read through all the comments, so maybe someone else already said this -- time to bring out the Arnica!

    Good luck, Ami. I know it's not easy. Last year I needed to lose 40+ lbs, and managed to do so, but boy oh boy, it was tough!

    Hugs,
    Sadie

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  17. Hi Sadie!

    Well I used to use Arnica by the bucket load, but these days bruising seems to be a thing of the past, except for the "odd" occasion. The marks had gone within twenty four hours, more or less, but there was a bit of a deeper muscle ache this time, for once. By next Thursday I shall have forgotten all about it, and then it will be time for a weigh in and no doubt a reminder!

    40+ lbs is a remarkable amount to lose. You should get an award for so much. I think losing weight is the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. But I did it before, so I know it is possible. But I've never been any good at losing large amounts each week. I tend to just lose a pound or two. I am determined to stick at it. I am fed up with carrying a spare tire around my middle!

    Hugs
    Ami

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  18. I don't know how I missed this...I do apologize...I will get back to reading it more fully as I do not have the opportunity to give it the time it deserves...as for consistency I would be I guess the ttwd section III in which I brought it to my hubby though not necessarily dd and that was 6 or so years ago and still no consistency...sigh...anyhow just wanted to say hi and I will be back :-) so glad to have you here in blogland - I think of you every time I look at my orchid which still has no flowers but is very much alive (a good thing with my plant track record) :-) hugs

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  19. Good grief Ami, lol. I'm sticking with Weight Watchers. I asked Luke for help with quitting smoking. (8 weeks now, woo-hoo) I am not asking for help with weight loss. That just sounds like a disastrous request for my bottom. Hope the diet plan works for you. Wishing you the best! Clara

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  20. ok...I am back...ouch! I wish 18 pounds was all I needed to lose to achieve a healthy weight - I would hate to do the math and find out how many swats I would need to earn for encouragement...thank goodness I did not ask my hubby for that kind of encouragement nor did he offer. :-) Hugs to you!

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