Weigh in (29)

Make no mistake my friends, this has been a dark week for me. We all have them, those times when a couple of big annoying things happen, then all those little irritants or problems which get on your nerves - and on an ordinary day you can handle without breaking a sweat - suddenly become insurmountable behemoths of issues. It is difficult to determine what caused it this week, but fatigue has to take a considerable amount of the blame. The running, along with stress at work, along with family commitments have, since before Christmas, left me with precious little 'me' time; not the 'me' time of sitting with a glass of wine and reading you understand; simply the opportunity to get the washing and food shopping done; just the basics........

Now, usually I have logic to fall back on. When calamity strikes I am pretty good at taking a step back and planning what has to be done, and carrying it out in a calm manner; but once tiredness takes over I find myself abandoning this practice in favour of either running around like a man possessed, to get things done (making me more tired), or stopping dead in my tracks and achieving precisely nothing (frustrating, unsettling). Without breaking this vicious circle, I am pretty much screwed.
However!!! I think I am already well on the way to giving that circle a damned good thrashing; you are TOAST circle, I mock your pathetic excuse for a geometric shape - with all your pi's and radiuses - and laugh at you in all your roundness...........
.......ahem........
The recovery started with the aforementioned dressing gown (on body) and beans on toast (on plate) last Monday, and since then I have simply been kind to myself (because I'm worth it!). Not taking on too much in the evenings, and making as much time for myself as possible. I find I can now breathe (you know what I mean....!), and I believe I am starting to see some wood for the trees. Not counting my chickens, just taking it one step at a time; and we are getting there. The weigh in has certainly done my spirits no harm at all. With the week's indulgences I feared the worst, and what I have is an increase of just one pound (actually only 0.8 pounds, but who's counting....?.....well......me, obviously!). I was extremely happy with that, and hopped off the scales, pulling the battery out of the bloody things before they had the chance to change their mind. Foodwise, it has certainly been a much better week already; and with a schedule of badminton match tomorrow night, and another Heaton Park run on Saturday (all the way, non-stop this time, I hope), that should see me to a decent weight loss next Tuesday.
So with the above - and another, hopefully less frantic trip to see me mam, just me and her (and the last series of Lark Rise To Candleford) this time - it is going to be a busy weekend, but everything is going to stop come Sunday afternoon; Man City v Tottenham, followed by Arsenal v Man United. Who needs chips when Sky Sports can be so tasty!   
(ps. and yes, I know it's radii!!)