I didn’t notice #150 passing by so thought I’d pause to celebrate this milestone. (pause, celebrate)
I got my hospital appointment for April 1st – two weeks from tomorrow. I was doing pretty well up to that point but now I just feel sick. Silly, really, because nothing is better or worse than before. Whatever is or isn’t wrong with me still is or isn’t wrong. In my logical world I get that. But in my crazy head, I still feel worried.
Deep breaths.
I stumbled over this BBC article from a couple of weeks ago. In my limbo state, this is exactly the kind of certainty that I would like.
- swab
- test
- You should eat this amount of protein and this amount of carbs and this amount of fat for maximum, effortless (I added that – it’s my fantasy) weight loss.
Simple.
I need simple right now.
I’m off to London for a couple of days. It’s work but it should be distracting. The husband is coming with me – mostly because I don’t think he likes the idea of me careening down motorways at 80 mph when I’m stressed. I have pointed out that I did it last week just fine but I’m happy for the company. (And, actually, my driving was a bit loopy last week but I haven’t told him that.)
I’ve rebelliously put together a one hour workshop that does not contain even one powerpoint slide so I’m going to leave my laptop at home and read a book if I have any downtime.
Till the weekend then.
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