Wow, how easy is it for me to get side-tracked? This week wasn't a very successful one where my weight is concerned. Who needs a scale to know when things aren't going right?
I remember a time when I was obsessed with knowing how much I weigh, and now I am obsessed with not knowing.
I did want to start tracking my calories last week, but I neglected to do it. I also fell back into having lots of excuses not to go walking.
In my defense I spent most of the day yesterday lying down with a hot pack on my lower abdomen, because the Gods were laughing at me. Being a woman is not always a good thing. The pain is excruciating this time. I know there is something wrong with me, but my doctor can't find anything. I am really wondering if I should not just go see a gynecologist. The main thing holding me back is money.
I had a great night on Friday night going out with a co-worker who is fast becoming my new best mate. She wanted to go out for dinner so we met up after work and had some drinks, and then went to a Lebanese restaurant with another one of her friends. She was a cool girl too. I was very glad to be in their company. Then we went to the Apothecary for a bottle of wine. Then after that we went to an Egyptian coffee bar. I also tried the "shisha". It was an interesting experience for me, especially since I don't smoke.
Then on Saturday night we were invited to a private function where there was lots of free alcohol. When I found myself sitting down across the street next to a building near some apartments in the city I realised that me and free drinks just do not mix. Talk about a lethal combination. Thankfully a lovely security guard (employed by the apartments I'm sure) helped me up and back across the street so I could find my friends. Not long after that I went home.
Mr. Ralph tells me I consumed some pizza and chips he had leftover from having the guys around to watch the football and then babbled on incoherently for a while. I always try to tell him things the next day and he always says, "yes you told me that last night.."
I believe that now the headache has finally worn off, but it is not very good to have cramps and a major hangover on the same day.
So there you go. Back to the drawing board for me this week. I have got to get myself under control.
I remember a time when I was obsessed with knowing how much I weigh, and now I am obsessed with not knowing.
I did want to start tracking my calories last week, but I neglected to do it. I also fell back into having lots of excuses not to go walking.
In my defense I spent most of the day yesterday lying down with a hot pack on my lower abdomen, because the Gods were laughing at me. Being a woman is not always a good thing. The pain is excruciating this time. I know there is something wrong with me, but my doctor can't find anything. I am really wondering if I should not just go see a gynecologist. The main thing holding me back is money.
I had a great night on Friday night going out with a co-worker who is fast becoming my new best mate. She wanted to go out for dinner so we met up after work and had some drinks, and then went to a Lebanese restaurant with another one of her friends. She was a cool girl too. I was very glad to be in their company. Then we went to the Apothecary for a bottle of wine. Then after that we went to an Egyptian coffee bar. I also tried the "shisha". It was an interesting experience for me, especially since I don't smoke.
Then on Saturday night we were invited to a private function where there was lots of free alcohol. When I found myself sitting down across the street next to a building near some apartments in the city I realised that me and free drinks just do not mix. Talk about a lethal combination. Thankfully a lovely security guard (employed by the apartments I'm sure) helped me up and back across the street so I could find my friends. Not long after that I went home.
Mr. Ralph tells me I consumed some pizza and chips he had leftover from having the guys around to watch the football and then babbled on incoherently for a while. I always try to tell him things the next day and he always says, "yes you told me that last night.."
I believe that now the headache has finally worn off, but it is not very good to have cramps and a major hangover on the same day.
So there you go. Back to the drawing board for me this week. I have got to get myself under control.
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Have a great week.