Getting the hump

So I know that wiser heads than me (uh, that would be everyone then...) mostly say (in style of Confucius. Or Yoda): to weigh more than once a week bring only misery and anxiety. But! I pretty much have to weigh on a Monday because I’m so worried about using some of my flexi-points over the weekend (only 17, people). Usually – and this utterly mystifies me – I weigh lower and in fact at my lowest for the week. Between Monday and Friday, I appear to lose nothing. It’s perplexing but it’s a pattern and I’m used to it. Imagine my horror therefore when I stepped on SoD today to find... that I’d put ON ¾lb. Arrghh! I’m hoping that I buck my own particular trend this week. Okay, ¾lb not a terrifying amount – but in the wrong direction and I was hoping for a respectable loss. Sigh.

We had a quiet weekend. But it still flashed by. Time’s a tricky trickster all right. Bf cooked a superlative burger and then we had venison yesterday. I suspect we might have a few ‘lively debates’ about our wedding breakfast. I am firmly of the opinion that I am NOT paying for chicken in some sort of white sauce derivation. Disliked by none, but only because it’s so frigging bland that no-one actually likes it. We’re both foodies and I think dull food would surprise our guests. I was oohing over venison but bf thinks it might freak people out. Now, my brother doesn’t eat any animal he considers to be good looking (shallow?!) but I’m not pandering to that nonsense. Obviously. Bf is counting beef and goats cheese as risky options! And accused me of not thinking of our guests, but of my own tastes. Bah. We’ve reached an uneasy compromise on pheasant (on the basis that bf reckons all the fussy eaters will just reckon it’s chicken!). That’s without the Great Canape Debate. And now we leave it all until November anyway – when our caterers reckon it’s about the right time to start thinking about menus etc.

Thanks for all the breakfast advice. I've emailed her to suggest I bring 'something easy like a fruit salad' for breakfast. She's bound to be super organised and has form for producing croissants with homemade jam for breakfast or cereal (which I hate). I'll just have to have ONE croissant (and maybe stash some fruit in the car to eat on the way home - it's a good 2 hour drive). And the lunch? Well, I don't really drink during the day because it makes me sleepy and headachy. One crisis averted. She's doing risotto though - groan. WW doesn't like rice. And I do. I'm hoping everyone will be too full to bother with supper.

I didn’t sleep well last night. I think it’s because of the thought of coming in to work. My boss is, erm, to put it politely, mercurial. Or, to be more blunt, a f*cking psycho. Sometimes she’s pleasant, sometimes she ignores me and sometimes she picks on me with such vicious character assassination and astonishing fury, that I end up (quietly and privately) in tears. It’s enough to drive anyone to chocolate for a little treat. No, I haven’t but...

Still, the night before I dreamt it was our wedding. Nothing was organised properly but I was (uncharacteristically) relaxed about it. A camel was eating my wedding dress as my colleague told me off for being surprised, because “That’s what camels DO”. Quite possibly. I’d like a camel there (love them) but I take this warning seriously...