Bah! Woo! *Thunk*
May. 6th, 2006 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puddingcatBah!
2 weeks off a diet screws eveything up. I'm *sure* I have to overeat by a lower percentage of my daily needs to gain weight than I do undereat to lose it. Apparently the laws of physics don't apply in my stomach. I wouldn't mind so much, if chocolate & crisps & pizza weren's all so filling, while fruit & veg leaves me prowling round the kitchen, growling for more, an hour later. At least I'm back on track - after the Edinburgh and Norfolk weekends & the bathtub-full of booze I got through (not to mention the Irn Bru & chocolate &![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nannyo's very moreish cooking) I've got back to the weight Iwas *before* all that. Only another 15lbs to go... *eyeroll*
Woo!
I start the Great Manchester Run at 11.15. This menas I don't have to get up before 8.00. This is a Good Thing. It also means that, should I manage it in 1 1/2 hours (my aim, since I was *totally* out of shape & unable to move faster than a walk 2 months ago), I'll be finished just in time for lunch.
Thank you to everyone who's sponsored me. I really do appreciate it.
*Thunk*
Doctor Who. Of course. Clockwork brain lust (hell, yes), the best-looking Companion yet (the horse, natch, and doesn't Tennant have a good seat?), more of Rose realising that she's Not That Important, and My Fair Lady singing :) I did like how the Doctor was all OMGFanboy! about Mme. de Pompadour, too.
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I've done precisely Very Little today. My hair's back to it's proper colour (insead of having an inch of root), I've been to Tesco's, washed up, watched Doctor Who and had a nap. One of the nicest bits about Norfolk was not being the only person to need a rest in the afternoon. I felt less crap, which was a refreshing change.
2 weeks off a diet screws eveything up. I'm *sure* I have to overeat by a lower percentage of my daily needs to gain weight than I do undereat to lose it. Apparently the laws of physics don't apply in my stomach. I wouldn't mind so much, if chocolate & crisps & pizza weren's all so filling, while fruit & veg leaves me prowling round the kitchen, growling for more, an hour later. At least I'm back on track - after the Edinburgh and Norfolk weekends & the bathtub-full of booze I got through (not to mention the Irn Bru & chocolate &
nannyo's very moreish cooking) I've got back to the weight Iwas *before* all that. Only another 15lbs to go... *eyeroll*Woo!
I start the Great Manchester Run at 11.15. This menas I don't have to get up before 8.00. This is a Good Thing. It also means that, should I manage it in 1 1/2 hours (my aim, since I was *totally* out of shape & unable to move faster than a walk 2 months ago), I'll be finished just in time for lunch.
Thank you to everyone who's sponsored me. I really do appreciate it.
*Thunk*
Doctor Who. Of course. Clockwork brain lust (hell, yes), the best-looking Companion yet (the horse, natch, and doesn't Tennant have a good seat?), more of Rose realising that she's Not That Important, and My Fair Lady singing :) I did like how the Doctor was all OMGFanboy! about Mme. de Pompadour, too.
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I've done precisely Very Little today. My hair's back to it's proper colour (insead of having an inch of root), I've been to Tesco's, washed up, watched Doctor Who and had a nap. One of the nicest bits about Norfolk was not being the only person to need a rest in the afternoon. I felt less crap, which was a refreshing change.
