Stability

Can't believe how long it is since I wrote an entry.

I just got back from holiday last night and this morning I weighed in at 84.5kg. I can't believe how long I've been at this weight for but happy I maintained throughout the holiday.

Sadly I've just had an epic McDonalds binge on account of the overwhelming feeling of being back at work. Sad to be back, sad at the e-mails to plough through - thankfully not pressing but numerous nonetheless - sad at the state of my bank account etc etc etc.

Feeling better for now, less panicky but assume the guilt and self-loathing is about to kick in. Am thirsty enough to drink a swimming pool to boot on account of all the salt.

Still seeing the dietician sporadically although I think she despairs of me. My only saving grace is that the weight since I've been seeing her hasn't gone back up.

Onwards and downwards as they say...

The hills are alive...

I am off to Switzerland. I envisage wine drinking and cheese and chocolate eating as that is what the Swiss do.

They also climb mountains wearing lederhosen singing the hills are alive. Or is that the Austrians?
Anyway, I am loving the Wikipedia description:

The word Lederhosen is frequently misspelled and mispronounced in the English language as "leiderhosen" (literal German meaning: regrettably-breeches) or "liederhosen" (literal German meaning: songs-breeches) and should rhyme with "fader chosen".

Fader chosen...I ask you. It is almost a comedy entry...

I am off to see some friends. She is asking me to bring walking boots and a fleece. There is little need for either of these items in the south of France and I am more a flip flop and shorts type anyway.
I have a huge fear of fleeces - whilst I appreciate they have their uses, I think they should generally be reserved for geeks and retired geography teachers....but that's just my opinion.
Have you ever heard anyone say, 'Look at her trendy fleece!'.

I rest my case.

Instead I have some dodgy sports trainers and a zippy-uppy-tracksuit-toppy thingy of the non shell suit variety. I don't think I needed to clarify that last bit.

We are doing some walking. Allegedly.

There is a small amount of wee on my office chair.

Sense of humour failure

Call it what you like - black clouds, holiday blues, navel-gazing, fed up....Lordy...even PMT dammit.

Either way, I have been in a fucking dark mood since last Monday. I imagine it's part over-doing it last Saturday night, part ex-boyfriend issues.

Yesterday, normal service was resumed.

Today, it seems that was only a temporary show of normality. It has clouded over again.
Most of all, I am feeling VERY anti-social which is most unlike me.

What is going on?

Practically invisible

So elusive in fact, that I haven't written anything for ages....

I have been on holiday though and with the mum being the only source of computer for a couple of days, I was loathe to log in. She's incredibly nosey and is far too intrigues about blogging since I explained what one was. Oh yes, and the fact that I have one....oops. Schoolgirl error.

Much to write but am on day 2 of what seems to be a 2 day hangover. Not good. I am so elderly.

I also have come back to a mountain of work and had the work dread feeling of doom this morning.

On the flip side, Wednesday is a bank holiday which I am overjoyed about.