Woe, woe and thrice woe

All is woe.  Woe, I tell you.  It’s not festive and it’s not FUN.

Firstly, I’m ill.  I’m trying to look at it positively and say ‘ah well, I’ll have it out of the way for Christmas’.  Whilst this is extremely likely to be true, it’s not an awful amount of compensation now when I’m feeling lousy but have to be in the office.  I know, there’s never a good time, right?  It’s only a cold.  The sort of cold that makes your cheekbones (I do have them.  Somewhere...) and jaw achey and tender.  As well as a sore congested throat and feeling weak and wiped out.  Of course my throat feels like I have a collar of too-tight barbed wire.  Because I have to sing on Wednesday night, Saturday afternoon and Saturday evening.  And I love carols’ descants but they are, by their very nature, high.  We have all the in-laws over for a buffet lunch party on Sunday and I’m likely to be mute by then.  Which might be nice for them I guess.

Secondly, I dropped my phone down the loo.  Only for approx 2 secs and it only went half in but it appears to have done it in.  It seemed okay, if a bit flickery, for the first couple of hours and then it got darker and more flicker until..... nothing.  It was not a good phone but it’s on contract until June.  I’ve bought a sim-free relatively cheap replacement but I harbour deep suspicions that it’s not going to be as easy as simply popping my sim into the new phone and skipping blithely on.  I was so upset I couldn’t sleep last night.  Talk about over-reaction!  And that was before I learnt that my photos are all likely to be gone.  Not sure what happens to apps etc.  The new phone is not something that makes my heart sing and not something I want to fork out for – especially at this time of year.  Ho, ho, ho.

Thirdly, this is a weight loss blog, right?  Well, more aspirational than active, admittedly.  I got down to 3lbs below the 2st off last week – but it’s gone back on again.  And I can’t even blame it on mucus as I’m not (yet) snotty.  Perhaps my throat is swollen 3lbs worth.  Hmmm.  Today is meant to be a starve day which might help, but this is extraordinarily difficult when I feel rubbish - I simply don’t have the mental fortitude to cope with the hunger.  On the plus side, I was VERY excited to find that I can have a whole tub of Glorious Skinnylicious soup for less calories than my mug of powder I reconstitute with boiling water: tastier and bigger, what’s not to love?  This will enormously improve starve days.  But I still have to limp my sorry-for-myself way to this evening to get to that point.

Woe.