I picked up A from the station last night and packed L off to camp this morning, managed to clean up the kitchen changing it from war zone to habitable just to see it turned back by ravenous young adults at breakfast time. A is getting ready to go to her friends and then fly off to Zante (one of the Greek Islands) tomorrow, L will be back and then I need to get her to and from work tomorrow. In between times there are 2 games in the World Cup, Wimbledon, Moto GP, Formula One and GP2 to fit into a tight weekend.
I'm actually trying to work in between times too which is funny. We are at the stage in the new venture where we need to have a name and a way of defining and differentiating our service from others - but there aren't any others. So the quandary is that it is so different from modern computing that you can't refer to modern computing and there is the problem we are having. we might as well call it cheese or tarmac or something like that because it really is so far away and needs to be off the wall. So I am sitting in the front room with my flip chart doing word association exercises. Things are so bad that I was actually dreaming about it two nights ago and every time I woke up I would have to go and write down what I'd dreamt.
The air fair is in full swing and a huge refuelling aircraft has just flown overheard. The day is punctuated by the roars of jets and the thump of WW2 propeller crafts but they are just out of sight. All day people have been walking past with collapsible chairs and bags going up to the heights past the Church to watch for free.
The USA play today and we play tomorrow in the World Cup. Steve K and I are a couple of weeks into our trying to be fit and losing weight regimes. I definitely feel like I've put weight on this week through two nights out and having a few beers on Tuesday lunchtime as well. I'll check tomorrow evening and see what the score is. I am really pleased though with my blood pressure which has tumbled down after doing 30 minutes a day on my cross trainer. That is excellent and together with a few tips I picked up about doing some short burn out sessions during the exercises I hope to get a little more out of that in the long run.
There is a long way to go and I need to drop a couple of stone - 28lbs at least to make me feel anywhere near where I was a couple of years ago. If I can go lower than that I will be delighted. I've now managed to get into a routine especially with food and how and what I eat and when. I just have to continue eating the way I am and exercising and the weight will come off but gradually, no crash dieting - it doesn't work. The first loss must be down to the introduction of a new diet and that initial loss of weight you always get on a diet and with exercise. From now on I expect slow, steady progress.
I also need to remember that I am in Hospital in a few weeks which will mess up my routine. Last time I exercised after biopsies I managed to make myself bleed badly so I will probably have to take it easy for a week or two afterwards.
No comments:
Post a Comment