We’ve woken up to whiteness and one of the heaviest frosts so far. The temperature is minus 2 C with a real feel of minus 6, so I don’t feel like sticking my nose out of the front door just yet. I’ve been up since about 8 and have seen one of the residents go out for his daily run. Easily in his 70s, he runs five miles every day as well as walking Poppy at least twice. She is such a sweetheart.
As expected, the scales were not exactly kind, and have added a sock to my weight.
As you know, the week did not get off to a good start being sat in the A&E car park for the majority of the day on Monday, despite my efforts of a ‘healthy snack’ and being over generous when calculating my syns. I had my double syn day to try and keep on track, but when I think I’ve also had 2 (small) slices of our neighbour’s marmalade cake, and we cracked open the smarties over two days (I weighed my portion of 9 syns for day one and the second worked out at about 6 as I only had 25g compared to 38g giving Hubby the lion’s share), I feel lucky to have got away with just half a pound gain.
It’s a new week, and I can start afresh, so hopefully will lose that and maybe a little more.
I don’t quite know what to do with myself today. No good having a baking session as that defeats the above object and I have enough cards for the time being, so I might write the letter cards to our friends and also prepare the birthday cards for those due the first week in February. I will need to go to the Post Office tomorrow to check for fatness in case they need the extra postage. I’ll put some credit on my phone at the same time.
Lunch today is jacket potatoes with ham and mushrooms in a cheese sauce. I’ll do extra veggies to pack out the plate. It will work out as a free meal as the cheese will be my second A option, the ham and potato are free foods, and the veggies will be of the speed variety. All good. I started the day with porridge, one of my allowed B options. Sigh, and it’s not even ten o’clock yet.