and I have failed.
Despite efforts to lose that gained weight, I am out of target.
I am taking a break from reporting my weight this week (read cheating/giving myself breathing space) in the hope of getting it back under control.
Looking through my food diary, it’s all there: the ice creams, muffins, bread (lovely crusty rolls), I allowed myself 2 digestive biscuits when our neighbour came in for a cuppa, and yesterday’s hash probably topped it. I have also had several eggs and salads this week, which I did a few months ago and also had a big gain.
Hubby hasn’t lost his extra couple of pounds either, so smaller portions, no ‘nice shopping’ and drinking more water.
Actually, it’s been a bit of a weekus horribilus as apart from the weight thing, I hurt my back (which is still giving me problems), got a cold sore (my first ever!) and lost practically all of my darts games against Hubby.
I’m listening to the news and not sure if I’m amazed, stunned, confused or bloody angry.
Main headlines are sending the kids back to school, jobs and promises of millions (where from???) and the damn idiots with their illegal raves, ignorance and nonchalance of the Covid situation. I am dreading the next few weeks as the UK Independence Day looms at the weekend and the after effects.
Worrying times all round, and I am glad I am not a parent, retired (even if an under training State Pensioner), living within our means and not a social butterfly. Instead, I am an annoyed house-person who is avoiding everyone and growing more frustrated and angry whenever we have to go out to play Spot the Tourist and Dodge the Idiot who doesn’t understand social distancing.
On with the day then. Nothing lined up. The weather is cool and overcast, but might brighten up later, though we”ll be walking the dog shortly.
Dinner today is chicken curry.