Woman vs food

Well, there's a whole lot of nothing going on with me.  Pretty true for most of us during the lockdown, I guess.  And, as an aside, I'm very grateful to have a reasonably secure job - I've been very busy (and maybe a little envious of people with too much time on their hands) and although working from home has its challenges, I've got used to it - and I emphatically do NOT miss commuting.

I'm finding dieting hard (no change there!).  Last time I was on 1000-1100 calories, it came off steadily and, for me, reasonably quickly.  This time it's 1-2lbs a week.  2lbs I can live with, but 1lb is a little disappointing for the level of hunger I'm dealing with.  Still, I'm sticking with it.  One thing I do notice is how much better I feel about myself if I've stuck to the diet - calmer, without that crazy inner dialogue.  Today has been particularly hard and I've snuck some sneaky things I haven't counted (not much, but it is the principle) - that makes me more agitated.  I read somewhere that you have to create a calorie deficit of 500 cals a day to lose half a stone a week.  Well, I'm WAY below that - so at some point, it has to start whirring into action.

I have a good incentive in that we've booked a holiday.  Just a fortnight's cruise around the western part of England and east bit of Ireland (possibly a stop in Wales?  I can't remember).  It's the Orkneys that I particularly want to go to.  I'm not convinced I'm cruise material - I am not one of life's joiner inners and apt to be awkward and shy in larger groups.  But I couldn't find a single hotel with availability in the west country and we will have our own balcony, will go into wherever we berth - I don't see me doing macrame classes.  It's a floating hotel, as far as I'm concerned.  It's also eye-wateringly expensive, but I want P to have holidays - he can't afford to waste time, waiting for holidays to be possible again. Also eye watering is the holiday insurance - we have to have it as a condition of the cruise company.  For just less than a fortnight, it went from £50 for two of us to £450 once you factor in the cancer.  With apologies to anyone who works in insurance, I do think the insurance industry generally are a load of robbers: you pay in but they're never keen on paying out. My mum is always fighting her pet insurance trying not to pay out and my brother had house insurance for years - once he was burgled, they said they'd not pay because they didn't like the windows (which were, I hasten to add, perfectly normal windows - not just holes in the walls!)

P is on new chemo.  The down side of this is that he's on it as "stormtrooper chemo" wasn't working.  Well, it wasn't working on the tumours - his poor mouth was full of ulcers and thrush.  I'm hoping this type won't be so painful.  The idea is to get the tumours down to five or fewer (he has seven significant ones, which are growing) and then he can hopefully have some experimental therapy.  But the positive side is that these are pills - no drugs in through an iv and he did hate the one he had to wear for 60 hours on slow release from home.  He didn't, but you can imagine how tricky everything was.  And it seems (a week in) that he'll get a longer time off the drugs before he has to go back on to the next cycle - he did have a week and he wasn't getting well enough before the next lot started (increasingly so), this is more like two weeks.  Fingers crossed it will be more effective and less brutal.  And that he'll be well enough to go away at the end of August - or I will be fighting the insurance company.

Seren: for some reason I can't comment on your blog.  I'll keep trying.Well, there's a whole lot of nothing going on with me.  Pretty true for most of us during the lockdown, I guess.  And, as an aside, I'm very grateful to have a reasonably secure job - I've been very busy (and maybe a little envious of people with too much time on their hands) and although working from home has its challenges, I've got used to it - and I emphatically do NOT miss commuting.

I'm finding dieting hard (no change there!).  Last time I was on 1000-1100 calories, it came off steadily and, for me, reasonably quickly.  This time it's 1-2lbs a week.  2lbs I can live with, but 1lb is a little disappointing for the level of hunger I'm dealing with.  Still, I'm sticking with it.  One thing I do notice is how much better I feel about myself if I've stuck to the diet - calmer, without that crazy inner dialogue.  Today has been particularly hard and I've snuck some sneaky things I haven't counted (not much, but it is the principle) - that makes me more agitated.  I read somewhere that you have to create a calorie deficit of 500 cals a day to lose half a stone a week.  Well, I'm WAY below that - so at some point, it has to start whirring into action.

I have a good incentive in that we've booked a holiday.  Just a fortnight's cruise around the western part of England and east bit of Ireland (possibly a stop in Wales?  I can't remember).  It's the Orkneys that I particularly want to go to.  I'm not convinced I'm cruise material - I am not one of life's joiner inners and apt to be awkward and shy in larger groups.  But I couldn't find a single hotel with availability in the west country and we will have our own balcony, will go into wherever we berth - I don't see me doing macrame classes.  It's a floating hotel, as far as I'm concerned.  It's also eye-wateringly expensive, but I want P to have holidays - he can't afford to waste time, waiting for holidays to be possible again. Also eye watering is the holiday insurance - we have to have it as a condition of the cruise company.  For just less than a fortnight, it went from £50 for two of us to £450 once you factor in the cancer.  With apologies to anyone who works in insurance, I do think the insurance industry generally are a load of robbers: you pay in but they're never keen on paying out. My mum is always fighting her pet insurance trying not to pay out and my brother had house insurance for years - once he was burgled, they said they'd not pay because they didn't like the windows (which were, I hasten to add, perfectly normal windows - not just holes in the walls!)

P is on new chemo.  The down side of this is that he's on it as "stormtrooper chemo" wasn't working.  Well, it wasn't working on the tumours - his poor mouth was full of ulcers and thrush.  I'm hoping this type won't be so painful.  The idea is to get the tumours down to five or fewer (he has seven significant ones, which are growing) and then he can hopefully have some experimental therapy.  But the positive side is that these are pills - no drugs in through an iv and he did hate the one he had to wear for 60 hours on slow release from home.  He didn't, but you can imagine how tricky everything was.  And it seems (a week in) that he'll get a longer time off the drugs before he has to go back on to the next cycle - he did have a week and he wasn't getting well enough before the next lot started (increasingly so), this is more like two weeks.  Fingers crossed it will be more effective and less brutal.  And that he'll be well enough to go away at the end of August - or I will be fighting the insurance company.

Seren: for some reason I can't comment on your blog.  I'll keep trying. Well, there's a whole lot of nothing going on with me.  Pretty true for most of us during the lockdown, I guess.  And, as an aside, I'm very grateful to have a reasonably secure job - I've been very busy (and maybe a little envious of people with too much time on their hands) and although working from home has its challenges, I've got used to it - and I emphatically do NOT miss commuting.

I'm finding dieting hard (no change there!).  Last time I was on 1000-1100 calories, it came off steadily and, for me, reasonably quickly.  This time it's 1-2lbs a week.  2lbs I can live with, but 1lb is a little disappointing for the level of hunger I'm dealing with.  Still, I'm sticking with it.  One thing I do notice is how much better I feel about myself if I've stuck to the diet - calmer, without that crazy inner dialogue.  Today has been particularly hard and I've snuck some sneaky things I haven't counted (not much, but it is the principle) - that makes me more agitated.  I read somewhere that you have to create a calorie deficit of 500 cals a day to lose half a stone a week.  Well, I'm WAY below that - so at some point, it has to start whirring into action.

I have a good incentive in that we've booked a holiday.  Just a fortnight's cruise around the western part of England and east bit of Ireland (possibly a stop in Wales?  I can't remember).  It's the Orkneys that I particularly want to go to.  I'm not convinced I'm cruise material - I am not one of life's joiner inners and apt to be awkward and shy in larger groups.  But I couldn't find a single hotel with availability in the west country and we will have our own balcony, will go into wherever we berth - I don't see me doing macrame classes.  It's a floating hotel, as far as I'm concerned.  It's also eye-wateringly expensive, but I want P to have holidays - he can't afford to waste time, waiting for holidays to be possible again. Also eye watering is the holiday insurance - we have to have it as a condition of the cruise company.  For just less than a fortnight, it went from £50 for two of us to £450 once you factor in the cancer.  With apologies to anyone who works in insurance, I do think the insurance industry generally are a load of robbers: you pay in but they're never keen on paying out. My mum is always fighting her pet insurance trying not to pay out and my brother had house insurance for years - once he was burgled, they said they'd not pay because they didn't like the windows (which were, I hasten to add, perfectly normal windows - not just holes in the walls!)

P is on new chemo.  The down side of this is that he's on it as "stormtrooper chemo" wasn't working.  Well, it wasn't working on the tumours - his poor mouth was full of ulcers and thrush.  I'm hoping this type won't be so painful.  The idea is to get the tumours down to five or fewer (he has seven significant ones, which are growing) and then he can hopefully have some experimental therapy.  But the positive side is that these are pills - no drugs in through an iv and he did hate the one he had to wear for 60 hours on slow release from home.  He didn't, but you can imagine how tricky everything was.  And it seems (a week in) that he'll get a longer time off the drugs before he has to go back on to the next cycle - he did have a week and he wasn't getting well enough before the next lot started (increasingly so), this is more like two weeks.  Fingers crossed it will be more effective and less brutal.  And that he'll be well enough to go away at the end of August - or I will be fighting the insurance company.

Well, there's a whole lot of nothing going on with me.  Pretty true for most of us during the lockdown, I guess.  And, as an aside, I'm very grateful to have a reasonably secure job - I've been very busy (and maybe a little envious of people with too much time on their hands) and although working from home has its challenges, I've got used to it - and I emphatically do NOT miss commuting.

I'm finding dieting hard (no change there!).  Last time I was on 1000-1100 calories, it came off steadily and, for me, reasonably quickly.  This time it's 1-2lbs a week.  2lbs I can live with, but 1lb is a little disappointing for the level of hunger I'm dealing with.  Still, I'm sticking with it.  One thing I do notice is how much better I feel about myself if I've stuck to the diet - calmer, without that crazy inner dialogue.  Today has been particularly hard and I've snuck some sneaky things I haven't counted (not much, but it is the principle) - that makes me more agitated.  I read somewhere that you have to create a calorie deficit of 500 cals a day to lose half a stone a week.  Well, I'm WAY below that - so at some point, it has to start whirring into action.

I have a good incentive in that we've booked a holiday.  Just a fortnight's cruise around the western part of England and east bit of Ireland (possibly a stop in Wales?  I can't remember).  It's the Orkneys that I particularly want to go to.  I'm not convinced I'm cruise material - I am not one of life's joiner inners and apt to be awkward and shy in larger groups.  But I couldn't find a single hotel with availability in the west country and we will have our own balcony, will go into wherever we berth - I don't see me doing macrame classes.  It's a floating hotel, as far as I'm concerned.  It's also eye-wateringly expensive, but I want P to have holidays - he can't afford to waste time, waiting for holidays to be possible again. Also eye watering is the holiday insurance - we have to have it as a condition of the cruise company.  For just less than a fortnight, it went from £50 for two of us to £450 once you factor in the cancer.  With apologies to anyone who works in insurance, I do think the insurance industry generally are a load of robbers: you pay in but they're never keen on paying out. My mum is always fighting her pet insurance trying not to pay out and my brother had house insurance for years - once he was burgled, they said they'd not pay because they didn't like the windows (which were, I hasten to add, perfectly normal windows - not just holes in the walls!)

P is on new chemo.  The down side of this is that he's on it as "stormtrooper chemo" wasn't working.  Well, it wasn't working on the tumours - his poor mouth was full of ulcers and thrush.  I'm hoping this type won't be so painful.  The idea is to get the tumours down to five or fewer (he has seven significant ones, which are growing) and then he can hopefully have some experimental therapy.  But the positive side is that these are pills - no drugs in through an iv and he did hate the one he had to wear for 60 hours on slow release from home.  He didn't, but you can imagine how tricky everything was.  And it seems (a week in) that he'll get a longer time off the drugs before he has to go back on to the next cycle - he did have a week and he wasn't getting well enough before the next lot started (increasingly so), this is more like two weeks.  Fingers crossed it will be more effective and less brutal.  And that he'll be well enough to go away at the end of August - or I will be fighting the insurance company.

Well, there's a whole lot of nothing going on with me.  Pretty true for most of us during the lockdown, I guess.  And, as an aside, I'm very grateful to have a reasonably secure job - I've been very busy (and maybe a little envious of people with too much time on their hands) and although working from home has its challenges, I've got used to it - and I emphatically do NOT miss commuting.

I'm finding dieting hard (no change there!).  Last time I was on 1000-1100 calories, it came off steadily and, for me, reasonably quickly.  This time it's 1-2lbs a week.  2lbs I can live with, but 1lb is a little disappointing for the level of hunger I'm dealing with.  Still, I'm sticking with it.  One thing I do notice is how much better I feel about myself if I've stuck to the diet - calmer, without that crazy inner dialogue.  Today has been particularly hard and I've snuck some sneaky things I haven't counted (not much, but it is the principle) - that makes me more agitated.  I read somewhere that you have to create a calorie deficit of 500 cals a day to lose half a stone a week.  Well, I'm WAY below that - so at some point, it has to start whirring into action.

I have a good incentive in that we've booked a holiday.  Just a fortnight's cruise around the western part of England and east bit of Ireland (possibly a stop in Wales?  I can't remember).  It's the Orkneys that I particularly want to go to.  I'm not convinced I'm cruise material - I am not one of life's joiner inners and apt to be awkward and shy in larger groups.  But I couldn't find a single hotel with availability in the west country and we will have our own balcony, will go into wherever we berth - I don't see me doing macrame classes.  It's a floating hotel, as far as I'm concerned.  It's also eye-wateringly expensive, but I want P to have holidays - he can't afford to waste time, waiting for holidays to be possible again. Also eye watering is the holiday insurance - we have to have it as a condition of the cruise company.  For just less than a fortnight, it went from £50 for two of us to £450 once you factor in the cancer.  With apologies to anyone who works in insurance, I do think the insurance industry generally are a load of robbers: you pay in but they're never keen on paying out. My mum is always fighting her pet insurance trying not to pay out and my brother had house insurance for years - once he was burgled, they said they'd not pay because they didn't like the windows (which were, I hasten to add, perfectly normal windows - not just holes in the walls!)

P is on new chemo.  The down side of this is that he's on it as "stormtrooper chemo" wasn't working.  Well, it wasn't working on the tumours - his poor mouth was full of ulcers and thrush.  I'm hoping this type won't be so painful.  The idea is to get the tumours down to five or fewer (he has seven significant ones, which are growing) and then he can hopefully have some experimental therapy.  But the positive side is that these are pills - no drugs in through an iv and he did hate the one he had to wear for 60 hours on slow release from home.  He didn't, but you can imagine how tricky everything was.  And it seems (a week in) that he'll get a longer time off the drugs before he has to go back on to the next cycle - he did have a week and he wasn't getting well enough before the next lot started (increasingly so), this is more like two weeks.  Fingers crossed it will be more effective and less brutal.  And that he'll be well enough to go away at the end of August - or I will be fighting the insurance company.

Seren: for some reason I can't comment on your blog.  I'll keep trying.

Seren: for some reason I can't comment on your blog.  I'll keep trying.

Seren: for some reason I can't comment on your blog.  I'll keep trying. Well, there's a whole lot of nothing going on with me.  Pretty true for most of us during the lockdown, I guess.  And, as an aside, I'm very grateful to have a reasonably secure job - I've been very busy (and maybe a little envious of people with too much time on their hands) and although working from home has its challenges, I've got used to it - and I emphatically do NOT miss commuting.

I'm finding dieting hard (no change there!).  Last time I was on 1000-1100 calories, it came off steadily and, for me, reasonably quickly.  This time it's 1-2lbs a week.  2lbs I can live with, but 1lb is a little disappointing for the level of hunger I'm dealing with.  Still, I'm sticking with it.  One thing I do notice is how much better I feel about myself if I've stuck to the diet - calmer, without that crazy inner dialogue.  Today has been particularly hard and I've snuck some sneaky things I haven't counted (not much, but it is the principle) - that makes me more agitated.  I read somewhere that you have to create a calorie deficit of 500 cals a day to lose half a stone a week.  Well, I'm WAY below that - so at some point, it has to start whirring into action.

I have a good incentive in that we've booked a holiday.  Just a fortnight's cruise around the western part of England and east bit of Ireland (possibly a stop in Wales?  I can't remember).  It's the Orkneys that I particularly want to go to.  I'm not convinced I'm cruise material - I am not one of life's joiner inners and apt to be awkward and shy in larger groups.  But I couldn't find a single hotel with availability in the west country and we will have our own balcony, will go into wherever we berth - I don't see me doing macrame classes.  It's a floating hotel, as far as I'm concerned.  It's also eye-wateringly expensive, but I want P to have holidays - he can't afford to waste time, waiting for holidays to be possible again. Also eye watering is the holiday insurance - we have to have it as a condition of the cruise company.  For just less than a fortnight, it went from £50 for two of us to £450 once you factor in the cancer.  With apologies to anyone who works in insurance, I do think the insurance industry generally are a load of robbers: you pay in but they're never keen on paying out. My mum is always fighting her pet insurance trying not to pay out and my brother had house insurance for years - once he was burgled, they said they'd not pay because they didn't like the windows (which were, I hasten to add, perfectly normal windows - not just holes in the walls!)

P is on new chemo.  The down side of this is that he's on it as "stormtrooper chemo" wasn't working.  Well, it wasn't working on the tumours - his poor mouth was full of ulcers and thrush.  I'm hoping this type won't be so painful.  The idea is to get the tumours down to five or fewer (he has seven significant ones, which are growing) and then he can hopefully have some experimental therapy.  But the positive side is that these are pills - no drugs in through an iv and he did hate the one he had to wear for 60 hours on slow release from home.  He didn't, but you can imagine how tricky everything was.  And it seems (a week in) that he'll get a longer time off the drugs before he has to go back on to the next cycle - he did have a week and he wasn't getting well enough before the next lot started (increasingly so), this is more like two weeks.  Fingers crossed it will be more effective and less brutal.  And that he'll be well enough to go away at the end of August - or I will be fighting the insurance company.

Seren: for some reason I can't comment on your blog.  I'll keep trying.