It’s Monday, so that means weigh in day.
I had a small gain last week which actually put me bang on target. However, when we got back after last week’s journey, I was five pounds lighter than when I went.
Not losing the weight, but losing so much in a matter of 3 days.
It has not been a good week, and the chocolate bars, biscuits and other sweet treats have amassed since our return so I am hoping to still be within my target parameters.
I am going through the motions of keeping my food diary, and with Hubby’s reflux issue worsening, we are down to two meals a day, plus a light snack of toast or bowl of cereal around 5pm. Not the best diet I know, but our main meal is sensible and a good balance.
We have both been recommended to have flu jabs again this year, and even after last year’s trip to hospital afterwards, are going ahead……………. despite the farce of arranging one.
We tried to book appointments last week, and were told to ring the surgery on Monday as they had run out of vaccine for the under 65s.
Hubby went up to the surgery today in a lot of pain so we tried again……… only to be told there are no clinics for the under 65s this week.
I tapped my rather-long-and-need-to-be-cut nails on the desk, said ‘Fine’ in a clipped tone and turned on my heel in disgust.
Hubby was still waiting to be seen in the Sit and Wait clinic.
We now have appointments with the local pharmacy on Wednesday morning.
The rub is the lady I saw to make them came into the doctor’s surgery to collect said vaccines for the week. I despair, but at least we are being sorted, even more intent on finding suitable ways to get medical help and bypassing our useless surgery.