This morning I'm feeling utterly exhausted.
I've been getting up at 5:30 each morning this week and 2 of them I have exercised, in addition to making my lunch, breakfast, tidying up the mess & getting ready for work.
I'm sorely tempted to sneak a 7 minute snooze in the loo at work (this actually helps).
I tried a top on this morning and it felt too tight so that's disheartened me and I'm also getting a bit sick of chicken. But as I walked to my office along the Thames, as my stupid train was cancelled, there is not one part of me that wants to give up.
This most unlike me, normally I'd be reaching for something naughty by now telling myself I deserve it just this once as I'm tired, then I would write the whole day off for having a biscuit and go on to have burger for lunch and a takeaway for dinner, not this time. Maybe it was the delicious cinnamon French toast I had for breakfast or maybe it's just that for the first time in my life, I'm actually enjoying my food & exercise and it's guilt free. I don't feel hungry all the time and I dont really crave anything, apart from the odd mild craving of sugar in the evening, which isn't too bad.
I'm really looking forward to starting the 90 SSS plan at the end of the month.
It's my boyfriends birthday so the plan is to start the day after & then the first cycle will finish around my birthday.
I am determined to cut the booze out between the birthdays and embark on my own version of dry January which I will call Parched March. there is potentially one day where I can fail as we are going to see a comedian and we always do dinner & drinks before hand, but if that's the only time I fall off the wagon, that will still be a brilliant achievement for me.
Bring on Parched March.
Some weeks I feel like my brain has been swapped out. They loan it to (or from) sane people for a couple of weeks. I’m not entirely sure at this point if I’m the borrower or lender. Some weeks, someone (mostly my husband) can do or say something and I’ll laugh. Other weeks (this week) I want to cry/scream/kill the nearest passer-by. The problem is, I’m on the mini pill. I haven’t had a period in 10 years, that’s been great but now I’m starting to wonder if it really is? I keep reading horror stories about what the pill does to you (ok these are random stories on the internet but still!) but this doesn’t give me a cycle so I don’t know where my hormones are at. I am, by nature, extremely impatient, when I say extremely, I mean to the extreme of extreme. I cannot tolerate slow walkers or drivers, being late, disorganisation and just waiting for anything in general. I am an absolute delight! My husband, on the other hand, is the extreme of the extreme, OPPOSITE! He dithers, he is never on...
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