A quick update for all you lovely people. Firstly, I can absolutely, categorically and irrefutably confirm eating too much white bread (see previous post) is BAD FOR YOU. The feeling of lethargy and bloatedness which came with it has been matched only by the relief of getting it out of my system and recovering from it; I feel so much better. It would be great if I could cut (or should that be slice?) bread completely from my diet, but this may well be a bridge too far; although it is looking distinctly more possible after the advice from a certain wee person (just to clarify, named thus due to her diminutive stature, and nothing to do with incontinence......I don't think). I am just content in the knowledge that my 'normal' level of breadage won't stop me losing weight (providing I eat well and exercise much). I will be very careful not to fall into that elephant trap again.
A clear confirmation of my recovery was my performance in the badminton match on Friday; it's rare that I blow my own trumpet (don't own one anyway......not so much as a Yazoo.....hang on.....no intention of blowing Alison Moyet.......aah yes.....kazoo!) but even I have to say it is the best I have played for quite a few years. To have three club members come over and compliment me (not to mention one of the opposing ladies telling me to 'stop getting everything back!') was very satisfying. Sadly it is the only exercise I have done so far this week, I am not sure if one match will lose me any pounds in tonight's weigh-in; we'll see what the digitals of doom have for me.
That said, I am a little bit distracted this week. You remember in one of my previous posts I mentioned having to have a multiple tooth extraction under General Anaesthetic? Well, it's tomorrow, and I am SO looking forward to it.....??!!**! It's my first G.A. operation; which although is quite good considering I am in my late 30's, still gives me the collywobbles. I truly am trying to stick to the regime - honest! - but my energies over the last week or so have been set to 'worry' rather than 'gym', so the iron has been left distinctly unpunped, and the treadmill very much untrodden. It would be handy to get a session in tonight, but I am trying not to put too much pressure on myself if I don't. Hopefully things will settle down a little after the op, and I can focus again. It has been really difficult to keep my eyes on the prize lately; and I know I am falling into the other common elephant trap of 'I'll start again after the.....blah', as that 'blah' changes to something else when the date of the first 'blah' comes and goes, but the one date that is forever fixed is that of the Great Manchester Run (May 16th). Still time to train and get myself ready for it, but time is marching on. So I have no choice; if I want to do what I am here to do (and I do!) then I HAVE to focus.
On a positive note; having to be nil by mouth (no eating) for a period of time (possible 24 hours, probably 12), followed by a sore mouth not able to chew anything will be an effective if not entirely ideal method to lose weight.
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Good luck tomorrow ... not envious. In fact, I would rather be writing up a PhD than having an op ... convenient really, as that's exactly what I am doing. Oh, and yes, to clarify (to you and anyone who may be reading along with us), the "wee" is because of my being vertically challenged, and is no reference to leaving puddles behind ... Glad to have that clarified!
Big hugs (they don't need to be as big as they used to be, but you can have the extra anyway to help with tomorrow's stress),
W-A x.
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