I’ve braved it. I’ve got my legs out today … in the office! I sincerely can’t remember the last time that I wore a skirt to work. It’s making me feel bizarrely naked (despite the tights and boots that go with it) but I’m glad that I bit the bullet. I had a momentary hover by the front door this morning and almost went running for the jeans, but decided not to. I may be many things but hopefully I’m not a coward!
I’m so relieved it’s Friday. This week has dragged like all hell. And unbelievably it’s my seventeenth weekend on the diet. Seventeen sober Friday nights! That is definitely a record. I think it’s on a Friday that I’m conscious about being on the diet the most … I don’t get to participate in that ‘end of week’ celebratory feeling as much as I used to. You know how it is … people start to drift off late in the afternoon and, given that I work in Soho, sunny evenings outside pubs are normally on the cards. Of course I can still go, but I do miss that ‘first pint of the weekend’ wind down. Oh well, not much longer to go! I have to say, though, that getting up earlier on a Saturday (minus hangover) and getting stuff done has been a big perk … much as I love a good lie-in it’s also great to make the most of my precious days off.
This weekend means more DIY, which I have to say that I enjoy, and another barbecue. I’m finding barbecues a real struggle, I have to be honest. I really love the whole sociable eating aspect of them, and I do feel like an outsider standing there with just my mineral water for company. The good news is that I’ll be able to participate quite early on in management … grilled chicken for me!
I’m sounding very moany today, aren’t I? Well, I shouldn’t be. It’s the weekend, the weather’s cheered up, I feel great and all is good with the world. Bring on the summer!
The Incredible Shrinking Woman 