Look into my eyes, not around the eyes....

Thankfully he didn't say this - but he did look an awful lot like an older version of the Little Britain character. But American and with a big crystal hanging round his neck. And we were in his front room. My work buddy, V, roared with laughter at the thought of me and this crystal wearing alternative therapy man. As she said, the less touchy-feely it's possible to be, the more I'd like it.

I sat there with my eyes firmly closed, thinking crossly "This is a waste of time and money, grr, grr, grr" but I did go into a trance - suddenly I couldn't feel my whole body, just my hands and in my mind a great black space opened up (possibly the gap where my brains should be!). So that's the positive bit, the negative bit is that he said he'd "ordered a script on comfort eating" which makes me think he's not really a specialist on this sort of thing. And I came in this morning feeling a little off colour and miserable and promtly ate half a Milky Way and 5 Opal Fruits. Not working as yet then....

I'm not sure what to do but I'm waiting to hear from Mrs L about someone she knows of and I'm going to call and speak to him/her. My lovely friend Willowy R, did a whole analysis, including a cost analysis to give me advice on what to do! Management consultancy for free, yay! It is free, right R? I don't think I can afford you!

I also went for a running shoe consultation. Everytime I mention myself in conjunction with running I want to laugh out loud at the absurdity of it. He was a very nice man but very solemn. I was a bit wise-crackerish (probably from nerves and embarrassment) and he really didn't get it (and I was funny! Honest!). They made me run on a treadmill - slowly after I explained that they'd probably have to give me CPR - and filmed my feet (they will be giving autographs). Of course, the upshot is that the cheapest trainers are £70 (ker-ching) but given that I have dodgy ankles and don't want to put myself off or out of action (pauses whilst roaring with laughter) I think I'll have to bite the bullet and get them.

Had a lovely Valentines dinner and am now paying for it - I'm RAVENOUS. It was so lovely to cook again. I think I'm going to go to the Idiot Proof Diet (IPD) sooner rather than later. It was lovely to cook and lovely to eat with b/f. Even though my foaming mustard hollandaise for the purple sprouting broccoli did turn into scrambled eggs (sigh). But I made a cracking rhubarb fool with proper custard. That's made as in starting with the cream, eggs, sugar and vanilla pod - my colleague said she made custard and I discovered she meant that she'd opened a packet and added milk as opposed to buying it ready mixed! Bless!