...many things have happened, most of which are far too mundane to list here but, in the way of things, I've decided that a good old spring-clean is the order of the day. Not the spider-in-the-milk-jug variety, but a more general tidy-up and re-focussing. It's time to get a few things sorted out.
There. Said it. Now, where was I? Oh yes...
This is all the fault of the GP, who took one look at my (massively painful) bad knee and diagnosed a BMI of 40+, high blood pressure, high cholesterol and then delivered a kindly talking to. Not the cataclysmic problems that one usually associates with a good old study of the notes and careful removal of the half-moons, followed by a piercing stare, more of a "Well, this is how it is. All is far from lost, but the time has come to pay for all the fun..." The fact is, I know. I knew. So it's no surprise, just legitimised. The bottom line: lose weight, stop eating too much, stop eating unwisely and cut down on the hooch. All will be well.
Fair enough. So, healthy eating...what, exactly? No saturated fat, keep away from pastry and potatoes, eat brown rice and wholemeal (slow release of energy) etc etc. Smaller portions all round. Oh, and eat five times a day - stops the body from thinking it's getting nowt and hanging on to what its got. Five times!? Aparrently fruit counts, so that's easy enough...just got to be disciplined enough to eat breakfast (no bacon sandwiches, though). Rats!
So, after five weeks of doing that, what's happenned? A stone off, that's what, and I feel much better as well, so we'll keep this up and see how we go. The change of mindset wasn't so bad, but it's a struggle to adapt fully to steamed veg without any salt. Bland.
The new rugby season's started and, so far, Soph and I haven't missed a home game. Results have been mixed and the Rhinos languish in mid-table, but we both look forward to the games so much that results don't count for everything. What is still surprising though is the well-behaved nature of the crowd: about as far removed from football as it's possible to get. No effing and jeffing, no vitriolic personal abuse of players or officials - wish we'd discovered this ages ago. Roll on Friday, when all three of us are going to watch the game against Hull KR.
Soph enetered her first dressage at the weekend and...wait for it...won her class. Moreover, she was second overall by one point! The school owners spotted her potential some time ago and tried to persuade her to take part before this. As usual, low self-esteem held her back and (gain as usual) reality turned out to be much better than she imagined. We need to work on this.
The world of ink-on-paper coninues to be whacky and not so wonderful. Tomorrow sees me off to London to visit two potential new clients: one could be my first big "win" for a while, so I'm looking forward to it. Hope it doesn't rain: London's lousy when it's wet.
The winter's bad weather has finally put paid to our driveway; the tarmac that has hung on for years finally gave way under the snow and frost and we now have mud erupting through the surface, which must please Duggie (next door) no end. We've had one quote and await two others...prices are higher than we expected so Phill's worrying about it, but there's no point because we'll just have to get the best deal and grimace and bear it.
One thing to look forward to: we've been looking at Spanish villas again so with a bit of luck will bein the sun again in August. Roll on...
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