My comments have been stolen. It said that I had 2 but I couldn’t access Blogger all the end of last week. Now they’re gone. Anyone seen them? Please hand them into your nearest internet police station.
So, it’s been a week (thanks to the Blogger meltdown). [Note: longer now because my internet wouldn't work yesterday when I wrote this]. I have had a tough week in many ways – the decorating was surprisingly tiring and my thighs have only just stopped screeching in pain when I try and go up or down stairs. My shoulder hurt so badly after wielding a remarkably heavy roller all day Saturday that I was wussily reduced to almost-tears and to ibuprofen. The family party was loooooong. I did not drink. Bf did drink. His family drank. They were all very chatty but slightly unfocused by 11pm. I was less so as I was wearing ridiculous shoes (BUT Kurt Geiger, reduced from £89 to £15 – got to love them, right?). Bf looked at them dubiously as we were about to leave the flat;
“What?” I asked defensively “Don’t you like them?”
“They look like they hurt you” he said “I don’t like anything that hurts you”
Awwwww. He was right, incidentally, they did.
So I had a dry weekend but there were cupcakes. I counted them but I had (over the course of 4 days) 5. Ahem. I’ve also become OBSESSED with M&S Belgian chocolate mini meringues – a very reasonable 1.5 syns for 2. My worst day was when I ate 12. In two ‘sittings’ but it’s not exactly making it much better, now is it.
I always feel rather queasy when I know I have to weigh myself. It doesn’t matter if I feel I’ve had a good week, I know enough of the capriciousness of SoD to feel worried. You will recall that I lost not a single itty-bitty ounce last week. This week I lost 1¾ lbs. It’s okay for a week, less so for 2 weeks. I’m Porky.9 ¾ - exactly 3lbs heavier than a month ago. It’s such a slog I feel tired. Or I feel tired and so it seems a slog – maybe it’s that way round.
Tomorrow (crazy work allowing) the bridal post....