Morning all...
Back at work, but had loads of stuff to do this morning (and not all work things!), so time flew. Now eating so can chat to you guys.
First, BAD NEWS <for some>: I managed to get my phone to work at the house and so read ALL your diaries as things evolved. Fortunately for some, internet gave up on me whenever I tried to post! <I will remind those who mock me and my "glucides" that I do actually speak and type French 98% of the day so if I'm remotely eloquent in English on here, it's a miracle...>
My four day weekend went well from a diet point of view (ISH). Each evening, I added in an extra snack, cos mind hunger was annoying me. Friday I took my own food along to a lunch party, and drank Diet Coke. Saturday no problems. Sunday was hell. Pure hell. From the moment I rose to the moment I fell into bed in relief last night, I wanted wanted wanted to eat. Thurs I'd opened biscuits without problem for workmen, and didn't care about them Fri or Sat, but Sun? I thought about them. And everything. Even Emma's Marmite chocolate sounded good, and I HATE MARMITE!!
So... when my mind was screaming at me (and my stress levels were so high I could have pulled my hair out clump by clump) I struck a bargain with the devil. I told myself "ok you want to eat. And eat lots. You will go to the ball. You can eat whatever you like today. WHATEVER YOU LIKE. In quantities only I can manage. BUT... (sharp intake of breath). Everything has to be Dukan friendly.
Challenging but doable.
got me through the day!
News - Nana seems a little "better" in that she's recognising people, just having trouble speaking and is confused (but was before, so that's a hard one to assess). More news today after consultant. Particularly interested as to whether she'll be allowed to go "home" again or not. She's so independent...