I’ve been gone for six weeks. Doesn’t time fly?
In that time, I’ve had a very relaxing holiday in Spain where the weather was very kind to me, and I’ve managed to pick up a small tan.
And then back to work, where nothing changes, and you’re just doing the job to pay the bills. I’m getting sick, and I’m sure you are as well, my posts saying that my work is shit. It is shit. Working with members of the public, albeit not face to face, really grinds you down. I’ve adapted a familiar saying and added a little bit:
“Don’t work with children, animals or members of the public.”
That just about covers it. My last post hinted of a need to escape. That still applies.
All of this isn’t helping my weight. I’m going a bit backward in that respect. My weight fell when I was on holiday (for some reason it always does. It may have something to do with the Mediterranean diet I don’t know), but know 3 weeks back, and I seem to have undone what I was achieving. I have put all the weight I lost back on – twice. I’m not happy about it, but at least I’m not where I was 3 years ago: very overweight, not happy, blood sugar all over the place. So I’m back on roughly the same diet I was when I first got my diabetes diagnosis, and seeing how it goes.
I suppose it’s my own fault. In order to cope with the joys of work, I probably did too much comfort eating. That’s what I normally do if I’m really, really stressed. I’ll see how it goes…All I know is that once the next round of employee benefits come around, I’m joining the gym again. I really want to go back.
Oh, in case I don’t post again, good luck to all those running the London Marathon.!