Firstly I would like to begin with an apology to Miss Kylie who I forgot to tell about the plans before talking about them on twitter etc. I'm sorry!! I still have to tell my mother about the change in circumstances. There is a lot of baggage associated with that.
I'm feeling like a horrible dieter right now. Mostly because I'm not. I'll stuff anything in my face and the idea of actually cooking a proper meal is an anathema right now. How far I have drafted from the image of myself, the 'who I want to be'.
Breakfast on both Saturday and Sunday was Ferrero Rochers. Healthy, heh? There were burgers and dinners and pasta and all manner of things that are not good for me. I feel sluggish and heavy again.
Exercise has been all but non existent - just the daily waddling I do anyway. I am being a horrible non-contributor to the walking to mordor challenge. But are we surprised by this? My commitment to anything that benefits myself is weak at the best of times.
I'm stressed about finding somewhere else to live. I'm stressed about the change. I even had a nosebleed yesterday - although I don't know if that was a consequence of the stress of of the oppressive heat we're currently experiencing.
At least today is my last day at work for 2012. I then move into party planning and holiday mode. I'm starting with a PT session tomorrow morning, and have plans to make the first thing I do each day a long walk on the treadmill (with the cool-down being a walk to get a cup of coffee).
I've learned that there are only so many things I can concentrate on at one time before everything falls apart for me. I've exceeded that limit and eating healthily has been the first thing to fall. My headspace is kind of screwed up and I'm snorkeling through a bay of fatwrecks. I am the perfect example of what not to do.