Operation Fiji

I'm sure that the vows Slap and I made over 20 years ago included the word 'supportive'; as of course they should. That's what marriage is all about isn't, support, love and someone to put the bins out.

So when I start whining about being tubby, he usually offers bags and bags of silent support, in fact he's got so good at it he can even be supportive whilst never once taking his hand off the TV remote or his eyes off the screen. It's a veritable art form! So imagine my surprise when this time he paused the rugby mid game, swivelled his head in my direction and said, "You better get on to fat fighters then, as I want to book a week in Fiji at the end of September."

Talk about a double take... I almost put my neck out. I was so surprised that I nearly didn't finish my Crunchie (if I had said carrot stick you'd know I was lying)

Anyway, anyway....'Fiji' I squawked, 'Fiji!'

Apparently we are all going for a week of sun, sea and sugar laden cocktails salad. How bloody awesome is that!!?! The last time we all went on an overseas trip was six years ago; this may be our last family holiday too, as just us 5. Lil is hoping to start some serious travelling next year.

So Bula Baby! Operation Fiji... the mighty slim down, starts now (well as soon as I've finished the amond Magnum I've got hidden under the peas in the freezer anyway.)