I think I’ve wrung every analogy out of this situation now but I am sure that all of you have felt like this before. I find it so difficult because I don’t have anything I can fall back on that I know works; I’m not sure what to do.
This lassitude is also probably due to the fact that I work in an office with neither windows nor air-con and by mid afternoon, I feel beaten by the heat. I am not complaining about the external temperature, it’s lovely to have a summer for a change, but the temperature in my office is hitting 30°and I am complaining about that. From a semi supine position. I can barely summon up the mental willpower to stay upright, let alone devise fierce new dieting strategies. I’m actually looking forward to having to be outside all day on Friday as it must surely be cooler than this. I’m actually not convinced that this isn’t the fires of hell roasting me.
I also have (whisper it) chub-rub, hangs head. Could there be anything more shameful and painful? (Well, maybe some venereal diseases I guess...). I’ve not had it for years but I suspect the combination of a sudden summer and extra weight has landed me back in the territory where every step hurts. Physically wounded – and sartorially too: I do not think that the heat is a friend to the fat girl. Maybe some have it sorted but I think I have the sort of body that’s best swathed under layers of wool and flannel (although liberation from opaque tights is wonderful (chub rub aside)).
But if summer doesn’t like me, I’m determined to cosy up to it anyway. We have hike/BBQ plans again for the weekend which I’m anticipating with joy after last weekend saw me skulking resentfully indoors, working, whilst the sounds of other people enjoying the sunshine floated through my window. I’ve started the countdown to the weekend early. All I have to do is get there without melting. Or becoming too delirious....