Both for not posting for ages and also because I've just eaten a Crunchie. I basically decided this morning that I wasn't going to exercise..I don't ever feel like it on Sunday's so I figured why fight it and then have three days of exercise fatigue where I just hate everything about it. Today isn't a fat day however, but I did just succumb to the siren shout of a Crunchie. We had a pork roast for dinner and I had breakfast too so I can't justify it..all I can do is fix it with my tea time option. I reckon if I just have like some soup and a yoghurt I'll be right as rain anyways...
I'm so tired right now which is entirely stupid. I was knackered last night at ten o' clock and I figured why bother fighting it? So I got into bed and ended up falling asleep around half past, meaning I got my full eight hours in time for a Sunday for once. Woke up this morning feeling not tired at all which is entirely unusual...and then did work. Then one post work roast later here I am absolutely shattered again. I think it might just be a combination of epic meal plus it being inherently Sunday that makes me feel like this. I'm resisting naps though..although not really sure why. I'm no good to anyone in this state.
This week has been a good week diet wise I think. I haven't been keeping a record of what I have eaten since my last post, but I have exercised everyday and not over eaten by much I don't think. Tomorrow will tell anyways as it's weigh day. The last time I signed off I think I was due at the doctors. Entirely a blight on my week but it went by without a hitch. I had to get my blood pressure taken for my contraceptive and it turns out that it's fine. Usually it's on the cusp of being high although he tells me that's probably white coat syndrome, but this time it was normal even with my heart going like a freight train with nerves. He says he 'trusts me' to keep losing weight and has changed my prescription from seeing him every three months to seeing him every six (even though I skipped out on seeing him the last two times anyway..). Good to know he thinks I'm progressing though.
I'd lost two stone since I last saw him (shows you how long ago it was) so he was pleased anyways which is always a good thing. As to my breathing, I've been getting times where I feel like I just can't get a good breath. Like I'm breathing and nothing is happening. So I end up yawning constantly trying to get a good breath in me and then I end up dizzy, with headaches, tension along my shoulders. All sorts of fun stuff. He thinks it's all stress though so I'm happy to go with that...much as it's entirely ridiculous to stress yourself out to the point where you can't breathe. But still hopefully I'll be able to just calm myself down and zen out a bit and get on top of this high anxiety I've experienced over the last few years.
Hopefully I'll have a good weigh in tomorrow. Just one pound and I'll be happy and know I'm heading in the right direction!
That'll do for now
Tatty boo!
(side note: my dog has hiccups and it's adorable)
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