One day technology will have got to the point where I can insert an audiofile at this point so you can hear my hollow laughter. In fact it’s probably there and I just haven’t caught up with with the fast-moving world of technology (still can’t figure out Pinterest and probably won’t until it’s obsolete).
This nutritionist was okay. We didn’t especially agree on carbs but found some common ground. That was the good news, the bad news is that she said there’s not a lot she can suggest that is instantly going to transform me into a slim woman. Or even a slightly podgy one (which I’d totally accept). At least it ticked the box to go back to that doc to say “MORON”. Talking of which they’d double booked my appointment – with myself. You’d think no-one had ever got married and changed their name before!
I’m finding the starve days a bit tough. Every day I wake up on one I have a sinking feeling. Or maybe that’s hunger. Somehow combining it with a Monday is particularly grim. Friday’s not much better for different reasons (it’s kind of a whey-hey day in my head although it’s often a fraught day at work). Still, I’m doing it (starving, not whey-heying). What I’m not doing - and is my challenge for next week - is eating as if I’m on a diet on non-starve days. I’ve also seen a book called Metabolism for Dummies which I want to buy once I get paid. It can’t just say ‘give up your job and exercise constantly’ for 400 pages, can it? Not that I’d be devastated to give up my job but I kind of need the salary.
It’s our first weekend back in Suffolk this weekend; the weather looks good-ish so we’re planning a hike and then a BBQ. Should be good. It’s the sort of thing that gets me through the post-holiday blues. Work looks like it might be so busy over the next 3-4 months that I might not be able to get there for weekends very often – and it’s escaping London that keeps me sane (ish). It also is likely to mean more evening/early morning working too and a lot of negativity and stress. Happy days.
We are at least off to Devon for an extended August bank holiday weekend (which is scheduled every year to celebrate my birthday. No need to thank me). I am shocked to report that afternoon tea on Cunard had whipped cream rather than clotted with its scones. I know. Meant I didn’t eat more than one small scone but I need to lay that ghost to rest.