So this week was Operation … ‘rest after having an actual operation.’ Catchy eh? And I’ll be honest, I didn’t miss the gym one bit. Forcing myself to rest was important because I tend to always just push through whatever I need to … to GET SHIT DONE, but this week I smartly decided that walking on a treadmill one-eyed wouldn’t be the wisest thing to do. It was quite nice taking that pressure off myself to get to the gym a certain amount of times in one week, and even though I only had a local anaesthetic, I was sedated, and found myself needing a nap most afternoons. Which is quite hard to do on a spin bike.
And then there was Wimbledon yesterday. Glorious Wimbledon. I know I do tend to spam you guys a little when I’m out and about at something like that, but I just get so excited and want to share the experience with you as much as I can, so I hope you don’t mind my face popping up in your timeline a lot yesterday! I’ll write about the day in a separate post. But yeah, free bar/Afternoon Tea/lunch/Haagen Dazs … etc. Lovely but it’s another reason I haven’t bothered weighing myself this week.
Oh, and I kinda got my Phantom Period. I think. It was due, and I had a few pains, but that was about it. My cycle, or whatever the hell it is these days, is so weird, different each month, and although certain things have been ruled out (my smear test came back all clear YAY!), there’s something not quite right. So I have another appointment with my doctor tomorrow to chat about what the next investigation will be. A friend had all her ‘stuff’ whipped out aged 40, and I’m wondering if that’s just the way to go. Just get rid, it’s not like I need it, but equally, I can’t afford six weeks off work. That’s actually my main concern. I’d love to hear from any of you who have gone through surgery like that at a relatively young age, and whether it’s something you recommend. But it’s all good, I feel well in myself, I just never want to ever have another period as long as I live. That’s all.
I don’t really have much else to report this week I’m afraid. Being freelance meant I only gave myself one day off, the day of the op, so I was back to work the next day, albeit from my bed, but I suppose I’ve just felt a little sorry for myself. And that’s OK. I felt I needed to take my foot off the pedal this week and it’s been good for me. I feel very relaxed. Although my feet are sore AF after walking around Wimbledon all day yesterday!
I’m back up to London tonight with another blogging chum, for dinner at the Queen’s Club. As you do. It’s a travel thing (Croatia related again), and I’m looking forward to putting on my tiara this evening. Tiara and my Converse.
Do I think I’ve put weight on this week? Maybe 1lb or 2. I did walk 10k steps yesterday but I also drank a lot of Pimms. My diet hasn’t been that different during the week (steak, eggs, wraps, halloumi, salad, Star Bars, usual), but I’ve done very little exercise. It’s just best I don’t weigh in this week I think.
(That fruit salad was lovely – from M&S, nectarine, grapes, raspberries and little bits of jelly. Sorry about the bad photo, I was hungry.)
I felt great in my jumpsuit yesterday by the way. Right up until the taxi picked me up to take me to the station, I was wearing a dress, and then at the last minute, I thought about how complimentary you had all been about the jumpsuit and I changed into it. (I’m wearing this dress tonight though.) I’m so glad I did, I felt great all day. Comfortable, because that really is the most important thing, and even, dare I say it and dodgy eye aside, a little sexy. In fact, on the train on the way up to London, I got propositioned by a man who asked me out for dinner … via text on his phone. He slid it across to me after trying to strike up a conversation. He was sat next to his teenage son, so it was all rather embarrassing, oh, and we were on a packed train, but it was a nice ego boost nonetheless. He said I was very beautiful and that I should tell my boyfriend how lucky he is. I won’t, of course, that story is just between you and me.
I’m currently sat in Café Nero in Bluewater as I dropped Dexter off to the cinema earlier to watch Spiderman. Now it might seem a bit harsh, but I do watch most films with him, but I’ll only go if I’m into that film – we’re going to watch the new Planet of the Apes film for example. But Spiderman is a step too far to be honest, so I just paid £6.45 on sweets for him. £6.45. What an absolute rip-off. It really winds me up, and it’s not something we usually do because I’ll buy him a drink and a pack of Haribo from Boots beforehand normally but they weren’t open, but Jesus, no wonder people can’t afford to go to the cinema these days. (And breathe Kate.) So I better go and meet him, and hope he hasn’t eaten them all!
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