Yesterday: cups of green tea = 1 (down from 6), temperature in office = 32 °C (measured but climbing), number of umbrellas in bag = 0, number of torrential showers caught in = 1, number of loose paving stones that sent a tsunami of dirty water over me from above the knee downwards = 2, number of expensive haircuts ruined by rain = 1.
It was not a good day. It was a Monday. Nuff said.
Oh. Those numbers. Well, I’m still gently ricocheting between 2lbs over the half stone mark to 1lb under it. I really need to make progress down into the next stone bracket – I’ve been in this one since February. I’m still finding it hard but trying to rein in. Today for example is a Dieting B day (not starve but not weekend) I’ve just eaten some pickled onion Burton’s Daily Fish n Chips (123 calories) and I really want to eat another bag. I’m telling myself that I must wait for 20 mins and then see if I still want them. Ssssh though – I’m not going to have them then either. I’m also eating out tonight with a friend in Wahaca and I’ve researched the lowest calorie options. And the colleague – and friend – who buys a steady stream of snacks for the team is on leave for 2 weeks so I don’t have to resist/succumb to those.
On the negative side, I had booze twice at the weekend. I usually have 1 aperitif and share a bottle of wine (making sure I have the lesser share) just once a week. On Sunday we had (extremely delicious) English fizz. This was a kind of reward for making it through a family lunch – in-laws. And that’s not fair as they’re mostly very nice but my MIL picks the worst places to eat so we knew what to expect. The waiter was like a cross between Basil Fawlty and Manuel. He kept leaning on my shoulder as I was seated, or punctuating his exclamations by swatting my arm. He even managed to spit on me. We had a tussle over the right way to lay a table (he was wrong) and he brought serving plates of food from which he – quite literally lobbed – food on to our plates in a jumbled mess. And it tasted as good as it looked - Seren would have been appalled. I left a lot of mine and palmed my pudding off on to P. The best thing was the After Eight at the end.
Let’s see where all this takes me to on Thursday WI.