This is still me ❤️

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

It was 4:30am on a Wednesday morning and I was wide awake! It had been a hell of a week already and I was lying there having a word with myself. Weight loss hadn’t exactly been at the fore front of my mind over the last few days. I had a weekend away at a friends halfway across the country and almost got stranded in a blizzard on the 3 hour journey (which turned into four) I was definitely needing wine & food after that traumatising event! I had a lovely relaxing weekend and had a smooth journey home on Sunday, only to find out someone close to me had been taken into hospital at the weekend. I spent Monday visiting them, it was upsetting to see this once strong individual sat unable to do anything for themselves, I just wanted to pick them up and take them home! Luckily this was caught early and they are on the (slow) road to recovery with some amazing doctors and nurses tending to them. I thought I dealt with it pretty ok at the hospital but when I got home it started to sink in a