So today was wet and miserable. Martha had public speaking practise and decided to make all sorts of naughty nibbles to go with it. Homemade meringues with double cream and strawberries are not good for those of us that are watching their weight. I am still watching my weight - I am watching it go up and up on my scales every day and I am sure tomorrow will be no exception when I hop on.
Diets suck. Especially on wet weekends.
Unfortunately my depression has crept back a bit in the last few days. I don't know where this black dog has come from but I wish it would run away pretty sharpish.
Is it the fact that I seem to be failing miserably at my renewed stab at being slim?
Am not sure but it is totally overwhelming when it hits.
I am lucky to have lots of lovely friends that have suffered from the same or are just 'there' for me.
Some of them make me laugh lots - and tell me lots of funny tales.
My friend Mel has just returned from a holiday in Jamaica and had to endure a ten hour flight with 3 abusive drunks on board who were arrested as soon as the plane landed. She said it was like a ticking time bomb.
Personally I would need another holiday just to get over that sort of incident but thankfully she did enjoy herself eventually.
Tomorrow is another day.
I need a kick up my arse.
I need a magic wand.
I need a bowl of the lovely stew that I have made.