after that marathon laundry session yesterday. Chel took Andy to Farnborough to watch the airplanes for the day so I hit the laundry from the hols big time. It is all washed, most of it is dry and I have two baskets of ironing to be done. Not counting Chel's which I will probably do. I ache all over and am still tired although I slept well. Just not long enough....
It was nice having the house to myself with only Stevie around me for a change but I wouldn't want to be alone all the time.
I am pretty down about my weight. Couldn't get a pair of trousers to meet in the middle yesterday that I wore a few months ago. I thought I'd been doing okay but it seems not. And clothes are a far more accurate guide than the scales. I don't mean clothes in shops as they vary so much. I mean that clothes you love and wear.
I see other overweight people and don't like what I see, then realise that I'm looking at another person like myself. I honestly don't see myself accurately, you know. When I catch sight of myself unexpectedly when I'm out and about, I get a shock each time at the size of me. I am happy enough with what I look like other than size. And I know I keep complaining but never do anything about it.....and I hate people who complain but don't try to improve the things they complain about.
I have all the leaflets, all the internet sites, the diet books, the psychology books and still don't do eat right.
What I really need, both with diet and finance, is structure and discipline. Something to think about. But not to beat myself up about. I do actually love myself.
It was nice having the house to myself with only Stevie around me for a change but I wouldn't want to be alone all the time.
I am pretty down about my weight. Couldn't get a pair of trousers to meet in the middle yesterday that I wore a few months ago. I thought I'd been doing okay but it seems not. And clothes are a far more accurate guide than the scales. I don't mean clothes in shops as they vary so much. I mean that clothes you love and wear.
I see other overweight people and don't like what I see, then realise that I'm looking at another person like myself. I honestly don't see myself accurately, you know. When I catch sight of myself unexpectedly when I'm out and about, I get a shock each time at the size of me. I am happy enough with what I look like other than size. And I know I keep complaining but never do anything about it.....and I hate people who complain but don't try to improve the things they complain about.
I have all the leaflets, all the internet sites, the diet books, the psychology books and still don't do eat right.
What I really need, both with diet and finance, is structure and discipline. Something to think about. But not to beat myself up about. I do actually love myself.
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