Weigh in (36)

Sorry fellas. I bet those nails have been chewed so far down you are drawing blood aren't ya?!! Yes, I am a week late in issuing the results of last weeks weigh in. I beg your forgiveness..................
......you haven't told me I'm forgiven yet, but I can tell you are thinking it so that's good enough for me!
To put you in the picture, this post is about the weigh in which went on LAST Tuesday (6th March), and the post for tonight's weigh in will be up later this week. Capiche? In actual fact I am doing you all a favour. Knowing how much you LOOOOOVE these weigh-in posts, you are getting two - count them.....TWO! - in the space of a few days (it's kind of like recording an episode of your favourite TV show, then waiting until the date of the NEXT episode so you can watch two in the same day.........if you're thinking that I may be over-thinking this a bit, I am thinking that your thinking is correct!)!
We left the digitals of doom showing me at 16 stone 12 pounds; and last Tuesday, in a fit of unbridled and uncontrollable consistency, I weighed in at 16 stone 12 pounds. That represents a weight loss - in case you are not blessed with subtraction skills - of precisely.........zippadeedoodaah.
In truth, I have lost 0.8 pounds; but I have the precise and detailed teachings of 'Granny' Handford (secondary school maths) to 'THANK' (gnash....mumble....GNASH.....GNASH) in concluding that 16 stone 12.4 pounds, and 16 stone 11.6 pounds both round to 16 stone 12. (I am sure Mrs Handford is now longer in this mortal coil, so I would like to state for the record that although I curse her teachings in this instance, I took maths to higher education so she couldn't have been all that bad...............but Miss O'donnell............mmmmmmmm.........that Irish temptress..........now SHE really WAS gorg.......err......think I may be straying from the point......let me just check.......errrrm........yes......I can officially confirm that I am here, and the point is over there...........)
To bring things back to planet earth for a moment, this news came with very mixed feelings. Pleased that I hadn't put any weight on, frustrated I hadn't lost enough for it to be registered as an official pound, worried that time is ticking on to the Great Manchester Run and I have not nearly enough miles under my belt yet; on top of all that was plonked the impending operation under general anaesthetic - Wednesday 7th - which pretty much consigned everything else to the 'gallic shrug' category of problems. I think that can be safely called mixed feelings, don't you?! Although it may sound like it, I wasn't in a dark place, but rather a place of too many colours. Sensory overload. Time to think.............
The conclusion was that the visit to the hospital was - in my mind - so big a thing that I couldn't see past it; it's shadow was cast over everything else I was trying to do. Until it was behind me my focus would never fully return. On accepting this, the choice then becomes one of worrying about it  (wasting energy) or getting on with it (conserving much needed energy); and I believe that would be what we call in the trade, a no-brainer.
So, be calm, be kind to myself, ride the waves which are coming for me until the calmer waters follow; then get back to what I am here to do.