Well,
1lb off. I stuck to the plan all week and even worked in a family dinner at our local pub
with a couple of glasses of wine. I thought it might have been two pounds this week but I now realise that
there is no guaranteed system to this weight loss and I will take whatever loss
I am given. Oh, by the way, sorry for
the slight delay in getting the blog out to you but this week has been a little
eventful.
I had a
little scary moment on Sunday after dinner where I ended up on the kitchen
floor in la la land. Ambulance called and carted off to Hospital with severe
neck pain, aversion to light, disorientation and sickness...oh my god was I
sick, so sick. Anyway lots of tests later
(none of which I remember and all clear) I was hooked up to a drip and
overnighted for observation.
The
next morning and slightly more 'with it', I found that I had an overnight bag
next to my bed. Fantastic, or so I thought.
I opened up the bag and found a pair of ski socks, a letter from Annie,
one teddy bear, non matching pyjamas, one pair of my knickers, one pair of
Annie’s knickers...no sign of a wash bag, oh and an old pair of slip on flip
flops. Admittedly, my family had little
time to get things together for me as the house was in a state of emergency but Annie did have time to write a two sided
note apologising for her behaviour earlier in the day and said that she loved me. As much as I would have chewed off my own arm
for a toothbrush at this point, as i had a mouth like Gandhi's flip flop, the note was lovely.
Whilst
I was trying to find something useful in my overnight bag, Alan was trying to
track me down via a mountain of phone calls to the hospital. After 55 minutes of trying and possibly
believing that the whole thing was a stunt and that I had left him, he was
finally put through to a ward where the nurse asked him if I I had had the baby
yet. To this he replied ‘I bloody hope not!’. In error he had been put through
to maternity! It is so true, you can always find humour in adversity. I nearly wet myself
laughing at this one.
So in
summary, meningitis scare over, CT scan shows I do have a brain and nothing
sinister and all tests clear. I only need to go back if I get any strange
headaches or start acting out of character.
Alan says if I stop nagging he will run me back in immediately. Oh yes, very funny.
Following a recommendation from the hospital, I went to my local GP for a follow up the day
after I got home. The last time I saw my doctor we were talking Gastric Bands. One
month on, having been so healthy and this happens! I cannot believe it I think my body just went into shock, maybe I overdosed on pulses or maybe
it just needs doughnuts...lots and lots of doughnuts.
Seriously, all is well. My sister
thinks that it was all brought on by a neck strain whilst training for our
synchronised swimming. That made me
laugh as well.
Aside
from all of this, if I have any words of wisdom to offer you this week ladies,
let it be this: never ever buy cheap leggings. I still
seem to be functioning ok with my Marks and Spencer’s ones but the two pair pack I bought at Sainsbury’s are having a fight with my waist and crotch
area. 11 and half pounds off and I cannot get them to sit right. I seem to be having a bad
underwear day every day and am forever sorting out my undercarriage. Maybe this is the closest I will ever get to feeling like a man? Anyway, I pull my leggings up to under my boobs (whilst in the Haka squat position) and by the
time I have made it from the living room to the kitchen, they have rolled over
my tummy and are suspended on my hip area with crotch area displaced south by 6
inches. With my stiff neck and restriction
in stride length, I am walking like a penguin.
So here is
hoping for a rather less eventful week. Eleven
and a half pounds of fat gone and fifty eight and a half pound to go. Sx
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