Time to Blog

Well. Where to start?

Maybe with the weight gain. I had a birthday, then Easter, and at one point there was a fridge shelf absolutely packed with chocolate. So I have been eating chocolate fit to bust, and have consequently put on half a stone. New regime – only two squares of chocolate per day. I had got into a habit where every time I was in the kitchen, I’d help myself to a square or two, and of course that adds up to at least ten cubes per day. Not good. But habits are hard to break. So I’m being very, very strict with myself, and only eating two chunks a day. In the evening, after dinner. I’ve also changed my sweeteners. Hermesetas leave a sort of tang, but have discovered Canderel, which are much nicer. Three times the price, but much nicer.

When I could drink tea and coffee with milk in, I didn’t need sugar/sweeteners. But black, no sugar/sweetening is just that step too far. I also drink lots and lots of water every day, at least 1.8 litres. I always, always have a glass of water beside me. So generally speaking I think I eat and drink fairly healthily – I love fruit and vegetables, and don’t eat sweets other than the dreaded chocolate. I don’t drink alcohol (makes me feel really ill), don’t smoke, so chocolate is really my only luxury. Not even a vice – it’s good for you in small quantities, according to the medics.

We will see how it goes. I’ll report back.

Next. Health. Big bummer. My left hand/wrist was healing very nicely, and I was in hardly any pain, and was actually able to knit. Finished hubby’s top, as per photos in last blog, and almost finished (apart from the stuffing) a door stop in the shape of a VW camper van for YD,  but there is a hard lump all up one side of the scar, it’s painful, and I am back in the pain I had before the operation. Hmph. Ice packs, painkillers, waking at night, the lot.

So I phoned the hospital, as I was due a review there after six weeks, and hadn’t heard. They have made an appointment for me on Friday at 9.10. Which is excellent, except that I will be absolutely wrecked because on Thursday it’s Mother’s Day Out. But I’m desperate to get it sorted one way or another. I have a horrible feeling it could involve more surgery, possibly under general anaesthetic. General anaesthetics knock me about much, much more, for several weeks/months. But I need to get my hand fixed, so whatever it takes, I’ll do.

And I’m done in. Absolutely exhausted. Didn’t wake till 12 noon today, because I didn’t set the alarm. Every time. I do set the alarm if somebody’s coming, or if I have an appointment, of course, but even so I need at least 14 – 18 hours sleep a day. A Day. That means I am awake for six to ten hours a day max. And not all in one go, either. A shower leaves me so tired I need to sit down and have a cup of tea/coffee.

On the positive side, though, the weather is lovely, and the garden looks a treat. 🙂

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