I like Tuesdays, and then again I don’t. It depends what time of the day it is I suppose.
Tuesdays are prompt days, lovely images to get my mind working in different directions or thinking of different aspects to deliver an unexpected punch line. I like that.
Tuesdays are also weigh in days.
And we all know how I’ve been feeling about those lately.
After a small gain (a-gain, excuse pun) last week, I am hoping for a turnabout in the scale direction and a small loss this week to compensate.
The house scales were friendly this morning, so you never know.
What have I done differently this week?
The speed fruit has been kicked into the slow lane and I am back to bananas and blueberries on my cereal. I have also had some cherries for a change.
It just goes to show that we are all different, and what works for one does not necessarily work for another. I’ve also discovered that what worked for me six months ago seems to go against me now. How strange is that?
Well, the results are in and I’ve stayed the same.
To be honest, I’m quite pleased as I’ve had a bit of a naughty day today having exceeded my syns and although I’ve had plenty of fruit, I have not had a single speed item. Not one.
Tomorrow is the start of another week, and although our group leader tried to get members to commit to a specific loss for next week’s weigh in, I didn’t play ball.
If I stay the same, I shall be happy.
If I lose something, I shall be ecstatic.
If I put on again, I shall probably cry in private.