Yesterday, despite the murkiness of the day and the frustration of trying to get our computer to work (do NOT load the new Avast anti-virus anyone who actually wants to use their computer. Seems to stop viruses by stopping your computer working. Effective but missing a trick..), I decided to cycle the 3 miles to Waitrose and get the papers. And back of course. My pelvis must have softened up since October because sitting on anything hurt was a tad ouchy afterwards. And yet, I still cycled today – the first cycle commute of 2011. I am even more ouchy now and I have to get home yet. And it’s just started sleeting, lovely. I better have a bloody good loss on the Scales of Certainty (so called because they get very pissy about you hopping on and off. And never vary) this week – I want to be in the realms of Porky.13.
My bug meant a loss of 2lbs. Unhappily that seemed to be mostly dehydration as I’ve put 1lb of it back on. Of course, weekend eating always means a little deviation into the bonus pot. It’s actually part of my allocation and yet I always feel slightly anxious about dipping in to it. I rarely use more than 10 points – and yet I reserve the right to, if we were going out to dinner (no imminent plans other than a stop at a Lebanese cafe on Friday night after the Egyptian exhibition at the British Museum – 39 points should more than allow for that!).
Looking round our prospective venue was rather fun. It’s eye-wateringly expensive though so I think it’s in the realm of ‘long shot’. Number 2 (and my favourite on paper) is scheduled for this week. Number 3 (and bf’s favourite based on the fact that you supply your own booze and there’s no corkage) has yet to be scheduled because they don’t answer emails or phone calls. Fast forward to when we can start trying cake please. And how exactly does that fit in with dieting into a wedding dress? That has to be having your cake and eating it too.