1 April 2009 – good news, bad news

Bad football news

Today there was good news and bad news. When I got in this morning Mac greeted me by jumping up and down, grinning like a cheshire cat.

27 March 2009 – good news in the office, bad news on the scales

Cake, my downfall

I let Mac win the cake argument today and we each had an enormous sticky Chelsea bun with our morning coffee. It was heavenly. I didn’t lose any weight this week so I know I should have held out but, for once, we have some really good news to celebrate.

22 March 2009 – blisters

Ouch, blisters!

Race For Life training part two commenced today. I probably should have aimed for improving on my distance and walking a little further today but I didn’t. By the time I got to Riverside I could feel a sore spot on my heel like I was getting a blister so I turned round and started for home. When I finally limped back to my own front door I had a full blown blister on both heels. I think I need to get some proper trainers, so far I’ve been walking in some Red Or Dead pumps as they’re the closest thing to trainers I possess. Let’s face it I’ve never been the sporty kind so I’ve never felt the need for trainers before. I’m going to have to wait until I get my redundancy money though.

18 March 2009 – all’s well except for the cake

Resisting the cake?

Mac and I are getting along like a house on fire. When there’s no one else in the office (which is a fair bit) we spend the whole time laughing. He’s totally neurotic about absolutely everything but in a funny, loveable way. For instance, there was a spider in the kitchen today, not even a big one. He screamed like a girl and came running out flapping his arms around shrieking, “get it away from me or I swear I’m going to pass out!” I nearly fell off my chair laughing. He also loses things all the time. We’re on our third big box of pens. Somewhere in this office there must be hundreds of them but goodness knows where. I can give him a pen while he’s sitting at his desk and by the time I’ve got back to my own desk he’s shouting out, “Sweets, I need another pen, I’ve put it down somewhere and I can’t find it.” Maybe he’s eating them, who knows. Still all the walking up and down is probably good for my weight loss. His desk is like a rubbish dump so they’re probably all sitting under piles of paper or in one of his drawers (which are filled to overflowing with discarded ties and moisturisers).

16 March – a good weigh in

Not as good as I hoped

I weighed in this morning and I’ve lost another pound. After the Race For Life training I was hoping it’d be a bit more but at least it’s in the right direction. Twelve stone ten is still pretty hefty but it’s a whole lot better than thirteen thirteen. If I lose just one pound a week I could be eleven stone something by the eighth of June. That does seem an awful long way off though.

15 March – race training, sort of

Race for life training

I did my first Race For Life training today. It wasn’t exactly a resounding success. Firstly I needed a way to track my distance, so I had a look on the iPhone apps and found one called Walkmeter. It uses GPS so it’s pretty accurate. It does loads of other stuff as well but really I’m only interested in the distance at this stage. So far so good.

12 March 2009 – Race for life entry

Race For Life terrors

I’ve only gone and signed up for The Race For Life! I’m not sure whether I should be proud of myself or be thinking about having myself committed. It’s five kilometres which is about three miles I think and I’m planning on walking rather than running. I know it’s a cop out but there is no way on earth I can run. For a start what would I do with my water bottle, I’d need both hands to stop my boobs swinging up and knocking me out. There are going to be about ten thousand women doing it. I really hope I don’t cross the finish line last, that would be so embarrassing.

10 March 2009 – day two and no cake

Back at work

Yesterday the office was quite quiet. I organised the new filing cabinet, typed up a handful of CV’s correcting spelling mistakes and grammatical errors and polishing them up a bit as I went along. I arranged a couple of appointments and that was about it. Mac spent a lot of time on the phone to different HR departments drumming up business. It seems there are a lot more people looking for jobs than there are actual jobs out there right now so getting in with the HR manager is vital if we’re going to make this work. Luckily Mac seems to know his stuff and is quite charming on the phone.

9 March 2009 – a new beginning and cake

First day cakes

Despite being more than a little nervous about my first day at New Beginnings, I did manage to find time to weigh in this morning. I’ve lost another pound, which isn’t much, considering what I’ve been losing recently but I’ll take it. At least it’s all my own work and not a product of sticking my fingers down my throat or ingesting mind altering drugs. I can’t stop thinking about Alfie. I can understand why she feels she has to do it I suppose. Anyone who’s been overweight would love a magic potion to make them lose weight fast but it all sounds very dangerous to me. I’m not sure there’s much I can do about it though and, for now, I’ve got enough other things to worry about.

7 March 2009 – sweet sixteen

Don’t you just hate those changing room curtains?

This morning I tackled the trouser problem. That is the, wear a belt or show the world my knickers dilemma I discovered on the day of my interview. I’m not actually going to see any of my redundancy money until Mid April so I couldn’t go overboard. I did buy two pairs of trousers in Wallis though which set me back seventy pounds! That was as much as I could really afford to spend, especially after taking such a big wage cut. I’m going to have to employ my sewing skills and see if I can take any of my old trousers in for the time being.