The Inlaws

Well didnt make it to WW to weigh in this week and am not feeling to hopeful about weight loss in fact I am sure I have gained. It has been a bit of a stressful week and i have reverted back to old ways. Ads father and step mum came to visit us this week from up north. Of course we had to go out for dinner and they paid and knowing Ads step mum I can just here her saying to her family and anyone who will listen. "She wouldnt even cook for us we had to go out and buy dinner for everyone and her daughter was so badly behaved and the baby just sat in the pram" Whenever she is here you hear nothing but bad things about all Ads brothers and there wives and children and you know the minute she leaves here she is talking about us in the same way.

But the saga doesn't end with a one night visit we happily waved them off from the front porch and just as we relaxed and decided to do some nice family things the phone rings. OMG their car is playing up and they need to get it fixed so back they come for another night and of course Ad was of to TAFE. This left me at home with bub, a three year old who loves to do the wrong thing at the right time and The Inlaws!!!!! This would have to have been the longest evening of my life. Trying to think up conversation and not do anything that may bring upon us more gossip and condemnation I struggled to control my three year old daughters cheeky behavouir and be the good mum when all I hear is "Oh when is the baby ready for a feed?" " I think she is tired" "Do you make your own food I used to but we didnt have tinned food when my children where little". "Oh this kid had diarhorre" when all it was was baby poo that had oozed from the side of her nappy "She needs a bath" I wave forlornly to Ad as he leaves to drop his dad at the mechanics and go to TAFE.

Oh please let this evening end. But it gets better. "Oh we must buy dinner tonight for having us put you out like this". "Lets have KFC I will get enough for Adi to take for lunch the next day". "No I say let me cook" sitting in my fridge is steak chicken and sausages and salad ready from the night before when I had prepared to cook us all a meal. "Oh no no no we will buy"  My stressed mind was thinking " Yes yes yes please feed me fried chicken and chips comfort food that will get me throught the night" My sensable mind was thinking " I should be eating grilled chicken and salad thats the best for loosing weight." But of course the step mother inlaw and my stressed mind won out and KFC it was. I enjoyed every mouthful knowing it was a meal from the devil but not caring as the comfort from eating the wrong food at least made the evening bearable.

Ad arrived home late that evening by this time his dad had gone to bed and I had gotten both my little angels to sleep and was sitting watching a little television with his step mum listening to her regale stories about how wonderful her children and grandchildren are and how ungrateful Ads siblings and families are. All this time I was praying for the earth to open up and eat me before I ransacked my kitchen looking for more comfort food and eat myself to death. Chocolate please give me chocolate!!!. We climbed into bed and Ad was soon asleep ready to rise at some ungodly hour to head for work and leave me to say bye to his family. I woke to his dad sitting quiet on the back veranda waiting for his wife to wake and the machenics to open hoping there car would be drivable to Sydney to visit her family and get ther care fixed by "Her daughters wonderful friend who would fix ther car for their return journey home"

Finally I waved them off and with fingers crossed prayed for the call that would tell me they where on there way to Sydney. Pensively I waited and a little while later it came.  So now I sit quietly relaxing and feeling the need for more comfort food but telling myself no weigh in is only a few days off and I need to get back on track. I would love a cup of tea and a nice chocky bisciut but instead i will have a glass of water and a peice of fruit.