Like hell it is.
I cannot remember being as stressed as this for a long time. Every fiddly, pointless, transient detail of life looms over me. We’ve had health scares and health problems. We’re not living in our own home and it looks like we aren’t going to be able to move back for a month longer than we had planned. And the extra cost all that entails. Christmas. Christmas. Christmas. Christmas away which means that all of Christmas is somehow going to fit into a couple of suitcases.
Anyway, First World Problems and all that.
So, I haven’t been weighing myself. I haven’t put on enough weight to stop fitting into my clothes which is good because I got rid of everything that was too big when we moved. But I think I’ve put on a few pounds. I could weigh myself but it involves turning on the TV and the Wii and getting the fit board thing and a controller and then going through the hundred steps to get to the bit where it actually tells me my weight. I can’t begin to tell you how unlikely it is that I will do this. Added to which I haven’t told the girls that we have the Wii so I can only turn it on under the cover of darkness. I could buy some scales but we have some in storage and it just seems silly. Still, we won’t be getting our stuff from storage for a few months so perhaps I’ll see if I can get something in the January sales.
Which is all a long winded way to say that although I admire and envy those people who are sorted out enough to lose a few pounds before the Christmas onslaught I am giving myself leave to just not worry. I’ve been running three times a week, eating a healthy breakfast and generally trying not to eat all the mincepies in one sitting. And that’s going to have to do for now.