Yesterday I had a bad food day. We had the Mad House Xmas lunch complete with pudding and cream. Not good for the diet but tasty all the same. Back on the wagon today though big time. Whose idea was it to have Christmas just when I was trying to get my eating under control and shift these whiplash pounds? Continue reading
Sirona gave me a voucher to try out Graze boxes and the free sample arrived yesterday while I was at work. It looks very impressive. For anyone who doesn’t know about graze boxes, they’re boxes of little packs of healthy snacks. You choose all the different things you like, and each week they send you a box. I’m probably more excited by mine than anyone really should be about boxes of seeds and nuts but still. Continue reading
Easter is tough when you’re trying to avoid chocolate. It’s especially tough when you have to buy eggs for other people, namely my granddaughters. We visited them yesterday with their eggs so at least they’re out of the house. We had a nice afternoon in their garden sitting in the sun on the swing seat (I really would love one of those it’s so relaxing) and I even resisted chocolate when little Bea offered to share. The nearest I’ve been to chocolate this Easter was the nutella on my low fat croissant. Continue reading
11 st 4.5 lb BMI 27.4 Size 14
• Exercise: 579
• Consumed: 1200
Despite a fair bit of confidence when I stepped onto the scales, which must be a first, there was only a small loss, slightly under one pound, this week. I guess I paid the price for the girls night but at least I had the whole weekend to make up for it or it might have been a gain! It may be a little bag of sand to add to my pile but it is a bag after all. Continue reading
11 st 5.4 lb BMI 27.4 size 14
• Exercise: 525
• Consumed: 1071
Back to the Mad House this morning but I got a lift in from Commando which cut my exercise calories considerably. Unfortunately, the huge box of cakes for the cake sale left me no choice. There was no way I could have done the two mile walk without ruining them so I would have had to catch the bus anyway, if it hadn’t been for Commando. Continue reading
• Exercise: 456
• Consumed: 1052
Well not much of a last chance work out today although I did do nearly an hour on the Wii which is good and I completed the Wii challenge. I have hardly sat down all day though so there might not be much to log in my exercise diary but I guess I must have been burning off the calories. This morning/afternoon I prepared all the meals for the week and really put some thought into what I could have that wouldn’t involve starchy carbs. This is especially important after falling off the wagon with the Chinese yesterday. Continue reading
Another day towards my goal. Today there were no temptations, apart from the usual array of sweeties in the canteen and the lovely smell of the cooked lunches. I just got my usual fruit pot (well my new usual since Carla talked the chef into making them for me specially) and my skinny latte treat to go with the sandwich I made at home. If I can keep this up reaching my goal will be easy. Continue reading
There was a walk yesterday but only to the dentist and back. To be honest I felt slightly hung over. Despite trying my best to make wise food choices I did succumb to the lure of alcohol, mainly to drown out Amy’s singing. Not much, just three rum and diet cokes, but that’s three more than I normally have. My head felt all fuzzy today. Still, after over an hour sitting in the dentist’s chair, I have a normal tooth now. Thing is it doesn’t feel normal. My jaw aches from all the pulling about and the new tooth, nice as it looks, feels like something alien in my mouth. I’m terrified it will break or come out when I chew. Continue reading
When I’m at work there is very little chance to eat apart from break times. This makes dieting a little easier. Thankfully I only work four days a week, even if they are ridiculously long ones, but this means there are three whole days at home where food is a constant temptation. Being spot on with the calorie count four days a week is pretty much wasted if you spend the other three eating way too much way too often. Continue reading
Official Wi Fit weigh in result this morning, three and a half pounds off for the week! I’m back down to my Christmas Day weight which is good but it would have been better if I hadn’t put on eighteen pounds over December and the beginning of January in the first place. There will be no proper celebrating until I’ve got all of it off and, even then, it won’t involve chocolate or cake. I’m not under any illusion that I’ll lose three pounds every week either. Everything I’ve read, and that has been a considerable amount, says the first week is always a big loss because most of it’s water. Come to think of it, I have been peeing a lot, that’s probably the water.
I really enjoyed the walk to work. Well, right up until the moment the big, ugly brown building came into view, then I felt sick at the thought of ten hours stuck inside there. When am I going to win the lottery? The mood in the office hadn’t improved over the weekend. In huddle Ali Rana announced Tom wouldn’t be coming back, he’s handed in his notice.
“If he hadn’t, I’d have sacked him for walking off the floor without permission anyway,” he added, just in case anyone else got the idea in their head. What is it with that man? Why does he think he has to keep flexing his muscles at us?
Now Tom’s gone he’s back to picking on me. Guess I’ve taken over the bottom spot. This morning, as I walked past his desk on my way back from the loo, he snapped, “where have you been?”
“To the toilet,” I replied, feeling a bit embarrassed to tell the truth.
“Can’t you wait until break time? The commitment on this team is terrible.”
I slunk back to my desk wondering what he meant about commitment.
The conversation at lunch was all about Ali Rana and how much everyone hated him.
“Tom had the right idea walking out,” Eloelia tore open a packet of crisps so viciously they sprayed all over the table. “If it didn’t mean not being able to sign on I’d hand my notice in too.”
“You should try being an expert,” Primo said, absentmindedly eating one of Eloelia’s spilled crisps. “Not only am I doing my own work, dealing with all the complicated issues and court cases but he’s got me doing half his work too. He’s supposed to prepare the stats, do the side by sides and write the appraisals but he expects me to do it while he sits there all day looking for things to moan about. I’m so fed up I’m going to talk to Karen about being moved to another team.”
“Don’t leave us with him,” Panda wailed. “Having you on the team’s the only thing that’s keeping me sane at the moment.”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t call you sane,” Primo muttered.
“Did you hear what he said to FG this morning?” Rae asked then proceeded to tell anyone who hadn’t heard all about the toilet incident, much to my shame.
“He didn’t!” Primo said. “That’s harassment.”
“He did,” I admitted.
“But going to the toilet’s already factored into commitment time. Anyhow, your commitment’s always over a hundred percent,” Primo sounded really angry.
“Um, what exactly is commitment time?” I asked, feeling stupid for not knowing as usual.
“Oh FG, you crack me up,” Panda said. “Commitment is the time you’re logged on. It’s supposed to be at least ninety five percent of the hours you work. That means you can be logged off for half an hour a day and still be on target. Even you couldn’t go to the loo that much, besides you’re always stuck on a call at the end of the day which adds to your commitment.”
“No one really takes any notice of commitment time anyway unless someone’s constantly under ninety five percent,” Primo said. “it isn’t part of your quarterly bonus or anything.”
I didn’t even bother asking about quarterly bonus. I’d already made myself look stupid enough for one day.
At about half past seven I needed to go to the loo again. Despite what everyone had said I was hoping Ali Rana wouldn’t notice. I’d actually been trying to hold on until eight but I just couldn’t. Of course, when I came back he spotted me.
“Where have you been now? Every time I look up you’re out of your seat.”
“I’ve been to the toilet,” I said, then remembering the conversation at lunch I added. “Unfortunately, I’m an old lady. I’ve had three children and a hysterectomy. My bladder isn’t what it used to be.”
As I turned on my heel and went back to my desk Ali Rana was blushing but he didn’t say another word.
Panda, who had heard the whole thing, burst into loud laughter and I’m sure I heard Primo sniggering in the corner.
In the lift on the way out of the office Masher said, “well done on standing up to Ali Rana this afternoon FG. Who the hell does he think he is anyway.”
“I bet he’ll think twice before asking you again,” Rae said. “I was bursting with laughter.”
“That really told him,” Panda agreed.