And now I'm in total denial, I've not been on the scale for days.
Oh that and I've had a stinking cold and a horrendous time at work, oh and our beloved cat got killed by a hit and run.
This morning, I went for my blood test. No one told me they were going to take 3 vials of blood. Ouch ! And, yes, apparently, I am allergic to their plasters, not a great look.
On the upside, as a consequence of my 12hr fast, and little alcohol last night, my optician's appointment went exceedingly well, my pressures were some of the lowest I've seen in over a decade ... and cos I am now over 40, with a family history, the sight test was free ... and apparently I now qualify for one every 12 months ... oh the advantages of getting old !!
My father got diagnosed with glaucoma at 37, apparently, very young .. and in the eyes of one optician I never visited again .... impossible. Trust me dear, you may think you know what you are talking about ... but for "once" you don't.
And yes, I did get him struck off the preferred list for the civil service.
I have 3 weeks left to lose weight, and whilst we've been cooking more, drinking less .... my weight is doing nothing .... except slow creep, upwards.
I know I need to do the whole thing of counting calories / fat / fibre, but I haven't. I haven't even got a reasonable excuse, I just haven't. Life has once again, gotten in the way.
I'm still in denial really, and I kinda need the blood tests to tell me I'm a lazy heifer, rather than the remote hope I have an under active thyroid.
However, on the upside, having been rather re-assured by the doctor that I can exercise, I am pretty determined to attempt walking / running again.
Blow what I look like, I just need to get back out there.
Days are drawing in, and I don't want to do it in the dark, so I need to carve out a lunchtime, which is rare (ok, never) .... Shall I start tomorrow ?? I can't currently think of an excuse, bar the one that I have 2 dozen cookies to bake for DD for Friday for her bakesale.
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