Scarlett Fever

Have you ever wanted to flick an "Off" switch at the back of your brain and go zombie for a day or so?

I think of this as Scarlett Fever - the immortal line of Scarlett O'Hara's, you understand, being "I'll think about that tomorrow...after all, tomorrow is another day..."

Blood was 5.4 this morning, despite a dinner of hot dogs at 9pm last night. Going insane right now though, if I'm honest - which I am when I can't be funny, as a kind of last resort.

Tried on a couple of outfits for tomorrow - back to London, for the first Monday of the Olympics...woohoo.
Neither of them fit properly. These were my 15stone outfits, so obviously, they're not gonna fit properly yet. I think it's the instant gratification thing though - been good all week, gimme results, ya bastards!

Stupid.

Doesn't help that I'm Jonesing for chocolate in the worst way. And yes, we still have the chocolate biscuits from my moment of madness this week, but while I'm still not sure that "nothing tastes as good as skinny feels", I'm not sure at this moment that anything tastes good enough to wipe out how bad tight clothes feel.

Sigh. Damn.

Damn damn damn...
Going away to kick myself in the shins right now. Then I'm going to watch some people sing and dance for no very good reason (Yeah, sue me, I'm a Smash fan...), and then I'm going to get some sleep before going to London. A day of walking and working and coffee and pondering...Dad has appointments tomorrow that I wish I could be there for.

Then it's Tuesday. I'm actually not remotely confident of progress on Tuesday, despite working pretty hard this week. But if I think about that right now, I'll go mad. I can't think about that right now. I'll think about that the day after tomorrow...after all, the day after tomorrow is another Tuesday...