Ho hum. I'm bored with this particular day.
Day back from a long weekend. No one likes these days. They're kinda pointless. Nothing gets achieved. Though I was told that I'm going to have to move from one end of the office to the other at some point in the near future. Then I was told I have to move everything myself. Free workout at work. Score. The reality is that I'm pissy. I only just got settled into where I am. The other end of the office is pants. It's the "dead" end. Very quiet. Conducive to work, I guess.
Lunch, again, was scrummy. I'd never thought I'd be such a salad convert, but bring 'em on! I don't know which one is my favourite now - they've all been so good. And filling. Filling is good. I am slipping off the wagon a wee bit though. PT keeps saying we should eat something every three hours. The first week and a half I was good, but now, I don't feel like my morning and afternoon tea snacks (which are usually just a couple of teaspoons of mixed seeds). Must start getting back to them though.
Was really excited when I got home. BoB was here. I <3 BoB so far. We've been tied to Optus for the last two years and have had absolute CRAP service. Most days we have to re-boot the modem several times a day. The Internet is not really that much faster than dial-up. We only have 60GB. Now, with iiNet, we have 400GB (well, realistically only 200GB as we're not home to use the off-peak quota (or if we are, we're sleeping)) and paying less than scummy Optus. Anyhow, new gadget. EP LOVES his gadgets. Lots. Huzzah!
After getting the new Internet sorted, I did my workout. Kinda. It was the toning DVD. I don't know about these. Firstly, it's a scarily happy American. Secondly, I get the feeling these are designed for women. Thirdly, bloody hell - how flexible can a person be!? Fourthly, there isn't a fourthly. I just wanted to say fourthly - for no apparent reason.
Following the exercise was a spurt of energy setting up our study as a spare bedroom for Wifey's parents who are coming down for a couple of days. Then came dinner. We substituted the fish for pork (okay, perhaps not the bestest substitute but man cannot live on chicken alone). This was nice but I felt like more...something for dessert. Blueberries and yoghurt. Yummy!
I'm worried. The weekly argument with the scales is looming. Wifey thinks I will have lost weight. Just. Her guess is a drop of 200g. Me, on the other hand, does not hold out much hope. My guess is a gain of 600-800g. I have no real reason for feeling this. It just seems like it's what the scales are going to say. That and I have no real idea about my body - I only know how to read it when the ol' BP is too high. P'haps I should sit down with the scales beforehand and have a good, stern word to them. Mind you, didn't work last time ;) Only time will tell.
Stern talkings with the scales are a good thing - though I have found starting to butter them up from about Sunday onwards tends to get a better result. Could be because I leave the butter on the scales :)
ReplyDeleteHave fun moving to the other end of the office!
Haha - buttering them up...using butter. That's bound to work. Though knowing my luck, they'll leave a wee bit on them for me to slip up on (which will no doubt happen next week when I gain weight).
ReplyDeleteThe move is happening next week. Joy of joys.
:)