I've just this minute got back from the doctors surgery. I have had my 2nd check up since starting lighter life. In the last four weeks, I have lost weight, my blood pressure has come down and my pulse has come down too. The nurse was really pleased and was sufficiently shocked when she worked out that I had lost 1 stone in the last 4 weeks that it made me smile! I am trying not to think about the fact that according to her scales, I have only lost 1lb this week. Because I can't remember how much the scales were out from the lighterlife ones last time. And I was wearing boots. And I still have a day to go!
I get my measurements done tomorrow, so that will give me some more incentive to keep going. I am at least sure going in to my weigh in tomorrow that I will have lost. I think it is the first time since I started that I am not thinking "oh, what if I have put weight on!?" Yes I am thinking "oh but what if I only lose 1lb" but to be honest, it's better than the original thought and like I've said before, it's all about baby steps.
The most bizarre thing happened though. I have lost a bottle of water. It was on my desk and now it is gone. I think either someone broke into my office and stole it or I am officially losing my marbles. Honestly I have no idea where it is. And I was using it to measure the amount of water I am drinking. I have found a litre one now. So less trips to the sink to fill up, but still, the mystery of the missing bottle continues!
I am thinking about tonight, I am going to see Grandma again. I am a little annoyed actually. Because, although I love her to bits she is really peeing me off with her constant guilt trips. My brother is staying with her overnight, but she's not happy with that she wants me to stay too, and when I explain to her that I have to go home as my foodpacks and my toothbrush are there and as there is a carpet van in front of our house, blocking the view from the street, I need to make sure we haven't been broken into, and I want just a few minutes of my day for myself as I have been with her for 5 hours, she gets all shirty. She's going on that my brother doesn't get home til early hours and she's on her own until then. For goodness sake, I stayed with her until he got home last night and she still wasn't happy. There is no pleasing some people. I took her to see my auntie because she was whinging about sitting on her own all night, I took her out for lunch, I stayed with her last night til baby bro got home, and I'm doing the same tonight. I'm not moving into mum's until the parentals come home. No matter how much she tries to guilt me into it. At the end of the day, my other Grandma is not as capable of looking after herself as she is. But she doesn't have to have someone with her 24-7! I probably wouln't be this annoyed but my auntie offered for her to stay with her for the fortnight as she would be at home all the time, but Grandma said no!! Old people are officially impossible! Rant over now, I am going to try and be more patient. But it is NOT a strong point of mine. It is no coincidence that I have never had children!!
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