Monday 20 July
Over the weekend I bought some fancy new scales that tell you your BMI and measure in tenths of a pound. I thought they might be more accurate than the old ones, then again, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Even with the excitement of the new scales I wasn’t looking forward to the weigh in this morning. It’s not that I haven’t been eating well, I have (well apart from the post driving lesson chocolate the other day), but I feel like I’ve lost focus a bit. The driving lessons and thinking about them seem to be taking over my life and now I’ve got the travel blog competing for my time too. I seem to be spending an inordinate amount of time sitting on my bum one way or another. Anyhow, I lost a pound this week so I guess, even sitting on my bum, I must be doing something right.
After work today I popped in to visit Alfie. She lives just round the corner from the office and I felt like I needed to do something different. I really enjoyed catching up with her the other day too and I don’t think I do enough things that I enjoy. She’s really worried about putting on weight while she’s pregnant. I told her I didn’t think there was any way round it because she has to eat a healthy diet for the baby and, as long as she doesn’t use it as an excuse to binge, the weight should come off once the baby’s born. The voice of experience speaking, I ate like a pig when I was expecting Philo and it took me ages to get rid of the flab. Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever did really get rid of it.
Alfie was asking about the driving lessons and how it was going. She was so positive about it and how great it would be once I could drive I didn’t have the heart to tell her how much I hated it. I know I’ve had some good lessons and some times I’ve come home feeling really buzzy about the progress I’ve made but that last lesson was a nightmare. I just can’t imagine being able to do it without feeling panicked all the time and I certainly can’t imagine being on my own in a car.