Monday, March 29, 2010

6's and 7's

Somebody at work asked me what I meant by saying "I am all at 6's and 7's" It means "all up a tree" or "all at sea" in other words I am all mixed up and don't know left from right, up from down, having no direction.

My sensible weight loss plan has gone out the window, I haven't listened to my recording (can't find the time when GS is not around (poor excuse I know). Now that Amanda has given me this ticket home I feel under pressure to get all the weight off that I can. This is shallow but I want to look good around critical people who haven't seen me in ages. Also because it's much easier to bear the heat and humidity that way.

For those that don't know, I was born and brought up in Bermuda, I married an American when I was 23 and ended up here in Rhode Island. I love it here, it's close to the ocean and having spent the greater part of my life in this state, I have no desire to leave :)

For over a week now my kitchen has been all torn up, the landlord does his own work so can't blame him for not moving faster. My sink and cabinets are put together. I wash dishes in a pan on the table and rinse and put away. We have paper places, cups, bowls, plastic cutlery. Guess what and I know I am not alone, I can't bear to throw away cups and I wash the cutlery and I like my tea and coffee in proper mugs.

So long story short DH brings home take-out food and the cheapest means the most calorie laden. I am sure I could get around this but I am too frazzled to try. Everything is still in boxes and I don't know where everything is. Adding to this mess is DD decided to paint her room and the kitchen has stuff all over it (Well as the landlord isn't here it isn't getting in his way.)

I did manage to unearth my recumbent bike earlier and peddle for 30 minutes. Because I still haven't replaced the electric cord which makes my resistance, time, calories etc available.

Last of all trying to diet this week is futile. What with candy, special pastry and other Easter goodies I'd just be setting myself for Epic Failure.

After Easter I have to go flat out on diet and exercise. Because if I don't, I will be lumbering off the plane in the heat feeling awful, and looking worse

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