Well, I went back to my Weight Watchers meeting for the first time since November. Apparently I weight exactly the same as I did then. Which is good really as I haven’t been paying much attention to my food (regardless of my intentions) and haven’t done an awful lot of exercise. And for hours after I got home I was all enthusiastic.
Then we had some more bad news about the building work being done to our house. Or more precisely the work that is no longer being done to our house. And I got a bit stressed. No, no, that’s not it. I got very, very stressed. Stressed enough to sit in a darkened room and drink a very big glass of brandy. Or that’s what I imagined I would do. Having small children has removed a huge element of choice from my life. And I think we can see that that is a good, good thing. So I drank a lot of coffee and most of the chocolate from the second last Christmas selection box.
Anyway, ha to Weight Watchers. I still fail on the comfort food notion. I’m sorry, I know that a big bar of Fruit and Nut is not going to put a roof on my house but it does make me feel better. Yes, it only makes me feel better for a while. Why would I not want to feel better for a short time instead of no time at all. I suppose because I will feel worse next weigh in day? Honestly? I think the pay off was worth it this time.
And running. I’ve been doing a bit of that. Isn’t it chilly. Oh dear god but it’s cold. When I get in from the run my entire body is red and blotchy. Very attractive. Once again I am reminded that some of my favourite things are hot water bottles, central heating and fleece blankets.
I have decided to train for the half marathon at the beginning of March. I have a plan that might just work. It is very, very cunning. It also has no margin for error. Good thing we aren’t expected much bad weather. Ha! Still, no reason not to give it a go. If it goes well then hurrah. If it doesn’t then boo. Life goes on.