-1lb. Call the police! I used to say this many a moon ago when I'd done something a bit wrong i.e forget something "call the police!" I would say. It might make a comeback. It might not.
So last week I didn't exercise 4 times - I did 3 lots instead. I always aim for 4/5 times as it rarely works out like that but it does mean I do at least 3 lots which is good. I did the Your Shape boot camp workout and two bike rides with my son.
He's so accomplished on the bike now its a job keeping up with him. I have 21 gears and he has 6. Not to mention he insists on going up big hills as he's in training for the Tour de France don't you know. I said to him in my best OB1 voice "feel the road son, feel the road."
My eating has been better but not 1970's diet standards by any stretch of the imagination. But I've made a start and that's the main thing. Last week I was on thrift alert and did lots of home baking which were scoffed down in no time at all. I also dipped my paw into the cake tin. My friend spluttered with laughter when upon offering her one of my tasty delights (you dirty bastards if you're thinking of something else - my husband would) she said "Aren't you going to have one too? Oh I feel bad.." "Don't feel bad I've had 2 already with - opens fridge - some of that double cream in there."
My brain is certainly getting back into dieting mode. Today I woke up and internally exclaimed "I am going to lose 2 stone." That's right enough with the fanning around I'm getting down to the nitty gritty now. The nights are drawing in and before you know it Christmas will be upon us. This blog will be one year old in October. I have lost weight and kept it off so much to build on.
In other news, last week I went to the doctors about my eye which is still sore. I punched in my date of birth and up came my appointment on the computerised screen. There were 4 in front of me. "You've got to be kidding me!" I actually said that. Out loud. In any event, she couldn't really see if it had been scratched so made a referral to an optician on their approved list. I have an appointment tomorrow in the morning. I asked if there was anything that could be done if I'd scratched it. No. So I said why can't I just have the antibiotic drops from you? She said no I'd like the optician to see it and they can prescribe them. What's the bet I get there tomorrow and they say sorry we can't prescribe them. We'll see.
In addition to that I asked about my lip. I don't go to the doctors that often or certainly as little as I can help it but when I do I normally have a small "whilst I'm here.." list. So the lip. I have a brown flat mole on my lip. Nice. I can hide it with lipstick but when I'm not wearing any it looks like I've been sucking on a biro. I wouldn't mind but I got it a year ago whilst on holiday in Normandy and it wasn't even that hot. So I've left it a year but my friend nagged me to get it seen to. So now I have an urgent appointment with the skin cancer team at the hospital. That's next week. I did say "Is a year too late?" She ignored me. I mean what's she meant to say to that in real terms? "Yes, you are a gonna my dear."
I googled 'skin cancer' and it says its the most common, easily treated etc. I'm not overly concerned. I don't fancy having a big dent in my lip mind. I'll keep you posted.
Until next time...