Thank you for all your messages of support, on my blog, YouTube, Facebook, Instagram and Tik Tok as well as so many personal messages through DM’s and emails.
Every single supportive comment has meant the world to me and really has helped during the past couple of months.
C xxxxx
I promised my Mum (actually my parents) last year that I would work hard on reducing my weight because they worry so much. Alas it is one of my regrets that I never managed to become a healthier weight while Mum was alive. This is killing me inside.
I am the only obese child of my parents and all their brothers and sisters children. I really don’t know what caused my weight to get soooooo out of control I think I simply just ate my feelings….
My heaviest weight (about 15+ years ago) has been around 345 lbs (24 st 6 lbs or 156.5 kg) and currently I am 95 lbs lighter. My weight is currently 250 lbs.
My struggles, triumphs and failures keep repeating. You’ll see this every year since my blog began (and before). I can’t tell you how tiring this is, how stupid I feel. A 60 year old grown ass woman who simply can’t get her sh*t together and save her own life.
I’m tired of it all. I can’t bear to see my Dad worry anymore (or my children). Dad has started saying things like “I can’t bear the thought of losing you too”. This truly is from a place of concern, he is sad, grieving, broken. He has the weight of the world on his shoulders right now, my extra 250 lbs is just too much.
Seeing how life can just be taken away from someone, how my dear darling Mum, despite keeping her diet under control, never smoking and rarely drinking was cruelly taken away, one has to strive to keep going, to keep TRYING! Life is precious.
My goal? Simply to no longer be obese. To no longer be 200 + lbs. To stay 199 lbs (14 st 2 lbs – 90.2 kg) or less for the rest of my life. To take some of that worry from my dear Dad’s shoulders.
To keep my promise to Mum….
When I read a readers memory in the comments on one of my social channels, I immediately become curious, imagining not only the shared scenario but also what that recipe tasted like!
I loved this comment left by “Kirsten Jordan” on how her Mum continued to make “Floury Cakes” as she had fond memories of eating these. “Her Great Aunt would make them for her when she came home from school, wartime rural Yorkshire.”
Following the memory/recipe in the comment below I tried these and they were absolutely delicious! These are super quick to make too and take no time at all to whip up if you have run out of bread! I have made these several times since and they are now a firm favourite with me when I crave some bready comfort!
I will be including some readers wartime recipes in my cook book going to print later this summer and “Floury Cakes” will definitely be one of them!
Much love, C xxxx
