Sick of having my feet pinched painfully by my boots, I decided to wear jeans for this week’s dress down Friday. I very rarely do this but the lure of my Converse was too hard to ignore. Of course, I had had to accept that post-dysentery, my jeans really needed to be washed. Even though I am the only person in the world who put on weight with dysentery. So it was in some trepidation that I put my freshly washed jeans on this morning. Reader, I managed to get them done up without lying on the bed. Okay, I feel slightly breathless due to extreme compression but I was able to go to the loo without fear. Fear of not being able to get them back on in a confined space that is, not dysentery fear.
I am plodding on with WW, hoping to woo SoD into a good result on Tuesday. Especially given my outrage that I put on weight whilst having dysentery for two and a half weeks. Oh, did I mention that already?
This weekend we are off to Suffolk and are hoping to do a good walk tomorrow and maybe a smaller one on Sunday – but all this is weather dependent and the rain is currently lashing down in a dismal way.
And my plans for WW saintliness were foiled this lunchtime when I went to buy a Crussh ginger chicken miso soup (3 points), absolutely light-headed and sweaty with hunger, to discover they’d run out. So I had to have an Eat Prawn Tom Yum (4.5points): I needed those points!
How’s a girl to burn lard when the gods of fate are seemingly against her?
As it is, I am in enormous fear as we’re eating once we get up to Suffolk tonight at c10-10.30pm and I don’t know how I’m going to go that long without eating. Have bought carrots, tomatoes and sugar snaps to munch in the car – but I think we all know that that is not going to fill me up. I’m eating enough carrots at the moment in an attempt to fill myself up that I ought to have x-ray vision, not just night-sight.