So I've been off gallivanting round the country again for the last few days and as a result of this my diet has suffered. Not that I'm bothered of course. I don't like to have to think about what I am and am not eating when I'm off on what is essentially a holiday. But I weighed myself this morning and after four days of not fantastic eating I have only put on a pound. So woo hoo!
My brother goes to uni in Sheffield and as I was planning a trip to Leicester to see some of my old uni mates, my parents decided that they would take the time to go up to Sheffield and visit him and drop me off to Leicester along the way. No complaints from me. It mean I didn't have to worry about travel day and also didn't have to fork out for an 80 quid ticket. I am such a bad traveler. I alternate between nervously checking and rechecking whether I have a ticket and also that it is definitely the right day I have selected for travel. Stupid I know but that's the way my brain is wired apparently. I also HATE having connections with a passion. If there is a straight through option I'll take it nine times out of ten even if it adds hours to my journey because I just cannot stand the thought of having to trot from one mode of transport to another. I'm convinced I'm either going to fall asleep and miss it or just not get there in time or lose my baggage inbetween. Again unfounded, I've (touch wood) never had a bad time traveling really aside from the usual delays and the like. Doesn't make it any better though.
With that and my entire lack of having any sort of directional sense and I am an absolute nightmare. It's fine if I'm with someone because I know we can brainstorm and sort out everything should it go wrong, but alone I just figure I'd go into meltdown mode. And I've never flown either so that should be interesting whenever it actually does finally happen.
Anyways, I landed in Leicester and had a whale of a time with my ladies. It's like we never left each others company even though I haven't seen them for a year for the most part. There's a group of five of us (one bloke) who meet up as often as we can but we failed over the last year. We usually get two fairly meaty jaunts in but this time we only managed the one. But we left with the promises of actually getting a proper trip together because we were missing our token chap with it being a last minute sort of plan and also it was just an overnight stay and entirely not long enough. Just what I needed though. An injection of amazing banter and company. I miss having people about me.
It led to another dilema however. I have been planning on finally moving out of the family home and going on adventures myself but I just don't have a clue which city I want to move to. Leicester was one which I was looking in to and was a side quest of me visiting my friend there to see how the city felt. But whilst I was there I had another friend give me the option of moving into her spare room in Lincoln whilst I got my feet under me if I should so chose. I love Lincoln. It is a fabulous place which is steeped in history and has an amazing castle. I love that sort of thing and it instantly appealed to me even though I hadn't really had it down as an option. So some serious research is going to be needed because, quite frankly, I am done with working in the care home. I have a few days off now before I'm due to go back and I wouldn't mind one jot if I just didn't ever darken their door again now. Over it. The job is fine, I could do it in my sleep. It's just the people. I need to work somewhere where there are more people my own age and more men. I just can't take the amount of lady nonsense that goes on.
Anwyay, I ate all the food ever in Leicester, one which was a Chinese buffet deal which crippled me. I can keep a cool head on the surface of my stomach kicking off but it hurt so bad at times. After that I went to Sheffield and stayed in a hotel with my mum and dad for a couple of days and spent too much money and ate even more food.
Like I say though, I'm not bothered and I only put a pound on (13 stone 13 now). I got so many compliments from my friends because, like I say, I haven't seen them for a year and have lost two stone in that time. It was nice and it has given me a bit of a boost as far as weightloss goes. I woke up this morning with the plan to start skipping breakfast again. It's just wasted calories (much as I'm sitting here hungrily waiting for a dinner appropriate time) but it means that should I go over at any point today then I'll have 200 ish calories to compensate. It's meant to be fat day today but I've had a fat weekend so I'm not going to claim it. I'm not getting on the bike though because that will screw up my exercise week. We'll start that nonsense again tomorrow I think.
Anyway, mammoth post. I think that will do quite nicely for now. I'm off to compose a list of pros and cons of cities I wish to live in...or more likely play Pokemon Red for too many hours.
Tatty boo!
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