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I don't suffer from randomness… I, obviously, quite enjoy it!!

Flabelos machines – or, as I like to call them, wobble boards.

vibrating plate

Hello fellow bloggers and guests. It’s Friday and I would like to share my thoughts with you all.

I’ve recently started to use a Flabelos machine, here in Plymouth, and what an experience it is too.

For those of you who haven’t a clue as to what one of these machines are, then let me explain. The base is a vibrating plate so when you stand on it your whole body wobbles. It’s a bit like sitting on an over balanced washing machine during the spin cycle. It seems to bounce all over the place whilst making you jiggle about. The Flabelos doesn’t bounce around though; it stays where you put it. You have to hold onto the handlebars if, like me, you’re too scared to let go. There are three programmes on the one I use but I’ve only tried programme 2 so far.

The wobbling starts off at a gentle pace, (well I lie, it’s not gentle it’s just as slow as it can be.) this lasts for two minutes and then the motions move up a gear. At this point you tell yourself that it can’t get any worse so you adjust your balance accordingly. After a further two minutes the tempo shoots up to an unbearable high but still you hang in there. You have no choice, (although you could press the stop button if you really couldn’t bear it.) I persevere because the programme lasts for ten minutes in total and I like to see things through. Once eight minutes have elapsed, the machine slows down until it finally stops, leaving you feeling rejuvenated. (I lie again, it’s more a case of feeling sweaty, wobbly and unsteady on your feet.)

I always wonder, whilst I’m on the Flabelos, what I look like to people the other side of the flimsy curtain. In my head I look like Beyonce shaking her bottom whilst singing ‘Crazy In Love‘ but strange things happen ‘in MY head’ so I’m guessing that I look nothing like that.

I’ve been on the machine three times this week in an attempt to drop a dress size. (The claim on the board outside the shop said I could drop a dress size in 3 weeks.) I can honestly say that, yes the experience is strange at first but once you’ve done it a few times you do get used the feeling. I will even say that I enjoy it in a strange way.  

Incidentally, when I went on the machine today it started banging as it moved which alerted the lovely lady who works in the shop to come over and check it out. I told her it felt like I was on Torpoint Ferry, (A ferry boat pulled by chains from Plymouth to Torpoint that makes the same chugging noise.) She laughed and said that that’s exactly how it sounded.  

Well, just to let you know that next week will be my third week so, once I’ve measured myself, I will let you know if the claim was accurate. I do feel like something has shifted.

Check out Flabelos for yourselves and see. 


Go and analyse this…if you can

I’ve already mentioned, in a former post, ‘dreams…aren’t they just weird?’  that I have strange dreams. Well I still do. 

Last night was no different to others, although I felt like I was sickening for something which normally makes me dream strange things. I don’t know why that is, maybe I had a temperature or something. Who knows!

My son, who writes ‘insane thoughts of an insane mind’ on WordPress tried to analyse my dream and I agreed that he is probably right in what he said. I’ll let you decide.

The Dream:

I was in the work’s staff room but it wasn’t the staff room it was a classroom. (Our staff room wasn’t as big as the room I was in.) Several staff members were there and they were all sat at individual desks which had pull out trays. (Our staff room doesn’t have desks, well it does but only two with computers on.) Anyway, before everyone had arrived, I’d observed  a young girl putting a selection of lovely looking cream cakes in these trays. (Some had fruit and chocolate swirls on top. Yum.) So I mentioned it to the staff who were present.

Oh, did I say that through all this I was stood up watching them? Well, I was. I had wanted to sit down but every time I tried somebody else sat where I wanted to. To be fair, it was becoming quite annoying. So, after telling them about the cakes, they all pulled out their trays to reveal the delicious, beautifully decorated, unhealthy cakes. I remember thinking that I would have the cheesecake with forest fruits on the top. (If I got the chance!)

Thanks to FreeFoto.com for this beautiful picture.

 They didn’t take long to devour these gorgeous cakes, so much so that when I got the chance to select one, they were either all gone or someone had eaten the toppings leaving just the pastry or a small bread roll! (This was starting to become a nightmare and, by the way, I was still stood up.) By this time, I’d realised that I hadn’t had a drink whereas my work colleagues all had a beverage in front of them. Not one person offered me a drink instead I was told to get one from the hatch. (Strange as we don’t have a hatch in the staff room, we usually make a cuppa ourselves.) 

Turning to where the ‘hatch’ was, I noticed that it was a fair distance to walk and I’d been having trouble with my feet for weeks. Nevertheless, the thought of a hot cup of tea was more inviting to me at that time. I thought I’d deserved at least that. I was incredibly thirsty. As I walked, they were all laughing at me. I didn’t know why but had come to expect it from those lot. (I always get laughed at and it’s  usually because I’m making faces without realising it.)

Anyway, I carried on walking but on my way I saw a very strange thing. In the staff room (which wasn’t a staff room) was a farmer with an animal on a lead. The weird thing was that it was a sheep dressed as a cow. They (the staff) kept saying ‘what a funny cow’ which annoyed me because I was the only one who could see that it was a sheep, I saw its sheep tail wagging and everything but  they just ignored me when I kept telling them. The farmer was getting the animal to do his trick to impress the staff but the ‘sheep’ didn’t want to. However when the farmer put his hand up (NO… not up the sheep! Naughty lot!) in the air then, sure enough, he performed his trick. He spun round and round on the spot. Impressive.

With that, I woke up and looked at the clock… but I didn’t really wake up, I was still dreaming. (I told you it was strange.) When I looked at the clock I didn’t take in what the time was so then I really did wake up. (Is anyone still even reading this?)

The time was 3 minutes to 9, (It’s OK because it was Sunday.)

You should read this…In front of the of the clock, slightly obscuring the time, was Mellie, one of my cuddly sheep! STRANGE.

That’s all there was to it!

In the beginning of this post I mentioned that my son tried to analyse my dream. I was going to tell you what he said but do you know what? I think you should try to do that first. I’d like to see if anyone else comes up with the same thoughts as him. 

Good Luck with that then.


Hands up if you’ve had a Curlywurly recently?

Well I have. I had one about an hour ago.

Anyway the reason I’m asking is because is it me or are they a lot smaller?

I know I always talk about the size of things but in this case, size really does matter.

I love chocolate. Who doesn’t love the feel of a smooth, sweet, creamy taste of a chocolate bar. This is where I have to admit, (and advertise,) when it comes to chocolate, Cadbury know what they’re doing. 

The problem for me though is I can’t get enough of it. (I hope my Weight Watchers leader isn’t reading this. If she is, a Curlywurly has 3 Pro Points.)

When I bought the confectionery back in the day, I’m sure it was a lot bigger. In fact, when my children were young,  I used to make them birthday cakes and I remember using Curlywurlies as ladders on my son’s Fireman Sam cake and my daughter’s snakes and ladders one. (Oh yeah, I know how to push the boat out!) Well on those cakes they looked a lot bigger.

There is a good reason for liking the size of it as it is now though, as it fits in with my daily Pro Points allowance. The smaller the bar, the lower the calories meaning fewer points. (Who am I kidding? I would’ve preferred a bigger one.)

If you agree and have found yourself a little disappointed with the size of your Curlywurly then do what I did…

and buy two. Actually, that’s a lie as I bought a pack of 5.

Don’t worry Ali, (My Weight Watchers leader) I won’t eat all of them… today. I promise.

Reading back through this post has given me the urge to go to the fridge and pull out…

a yogurt.  Hey ho. Too much of a good thing etc…


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