It’s not going too well. I’d give me a B-. To be fair, this is based entirely on an ill-advised consumption of not one but two chocolate chip shortbread ‘slabs’ yesterday. Not as large as a Starbucks one but my colleague enters everything he eats on some app and it severely said these were ‘slabs’ not biscuits.
Just to plead a little something to be taken into consideration: I did not get my pizza on Friday night. The exhibition was teeny and we were done much more quickly than I’d thought – and P wasn’t hungry enough. It’s swings and roundabouts: I was really looking forward to it but it wouldn’t have helped with Operation Drop & Flop – which is showing me the other meaning of this, namely that my spirits drop as my flab flops about. Le sob.
So quite WHY it seemed like a good idea to have two ‘slabs’ yesterday (that’s not one, but two) I. Do. Not. Know. Other than, obviously, idiocy. It was a stressful day but no more than 7/10, I have no let up in my chronic migraine pain yet, despite the new drugs that make me feel jet lagged and the office heating is broken at the temperature of the surface of the sun which meant I almost passed out. Nope. None of these explain it. They’re just feeble, flimsy excuses.
Today is no2 Starve Day of the week but I’m not sure even that is going to bring me to a satisfactory WI total tomorrow. I should be so dehydrated and desiccated from the extreme heat in the office that I ought to weigh lighter but I suspect that will not be the case as, as of this morning, I was up 1lb. Wrong way, lady!
And I let P take a photo of me at the weekend. Actually, I asked him to as I was wearing a hat that a friend in Canada gave me and I wanted to show him. I am quite extraordinarily un-photogenic. And whereas I’ve always looked at myself and said ‘ugly’ to myself, suddenly I’m at the point of adding words like ‘old’ and ‘haggard’. I have to keep reminding myself that I’ve had three people think I was 8, 10 and 10 years younger than I am recently so it really can’t be that bad. Not entirely sure how much of this is due to my childish attitude of course.....!
In summary: I’m finding it tough. I’m finding life tough. I think it’s just the January blues (so called but mine certainly last up until at least March). Buckle down, knuckle down and get on with it (can’t promise that this will be without whinging though...)