We couldn't decide what to do, but I had an email at work today from a hotel chain that have got a special offer on, so I've booked us a room here
He thinks I went for the cheapest option, but I haven't... I've upgraded us to a Junior Suite.
He better bloody notice...!!!
I wasn't expecting a 4lb gain.
I was really disappointed and don't think I deserved it at all.
One of the other girls went through her week:
I had chinese on Friday, with mojitos and champagne. On Saturday I went to a friends house and we drank wine and ate pizze. And Sunday I had a hangover and ate crap, too. So yeah, I think I deserved my half pound gain.
You deserved my four.
Whatever. I'll be there again next week. AND I'll be thinner!
To be a mummy
To get a new job (and be happy in it!)
To lose weight (and put it back on again when I get pregnant)
To keep going to the gym
To go on holiday with my mummy
To be happy
There are probably a whole load of other things, too, but they're the things I can think of right now!!
The bag itself is a Fiorelli one in a dark teal colour.
The bag itself hold my life:
3 different lip salves
A lip gloss
A mini purse with tampons (cos with PCOS you never know when the witch is gonna rock up)
Kitchen Towel (not sure where that came from!)
5.45 - Alarm clock goes off, switched back off again
6.04 - Mr B comes to wake me up!
6.05 - Get up, get washed, get dressed
6.40 - Head downstairs, eat breakfast
6.50 - Leave home
7.15 - Arrive at work. Get coffee, log on. Check emails / facebook / blog
8.00 - Start work. Try not to kill stupid-ass colleagues
12.00 - Eat Lunch. At my desk
5.15 - Mr B picks me up to head home
5.45 - supermarket. Quick stop for "essentials"
6.15 - Get home. I chill out on the sofa for half an hour, while Mr B gets out of his suit etc.
6.45 / 7.00 - Get dinner
7.30 - Watch TV / go online / chill with the hubs
10.00 - Bed.
10.30 - Sleep.
Mr B came and laid on the bed with me, and I asked him to read to me. He wasn't up for that, so I suggested that we make up our own story. I started with "Once Upon a time..." and left it for him to finish.
Nothing. Nada. It was like there was just a big gaping hole where his imagination should be. He couldn't think of anything.
So I continued with "... there lived a beautiful princes..."
Still nothing. I ended up getting so frustrated with his lack of imagination that I told him to leave me alone, and I'd come up with my own story!!
Luckily, after almost 18 hours of solid sleep, my migraine had gone.
I've been headache free since mid-afternoon on Wednesday, and I love being in my own head again!! Such a relief!
There are lots of ladies also suffering with PCOS, who have oodles of advice, support and friendship. Whatever the question, there'll be someone there with an answer.
I'm well aware that it's not the longest cycle in history, but it's the longest I've had in the past 12 months or so, which is really disappointing. I really thought I was getting somewhere with my cycles...
Anyway, last night I had the sudden thought that I hadn't tested for a while, and what if (by some strange, flukey turn of fate!) I was actually a month pregnant without realising!? Wouldn't that be awesome???
Why yes, of course it would be awesome. But things like that don't *just* happen for someone with PCOS! So I wasn't all that surprised or disappointed to get a BFN when I P'dOAS last night. I also OPK'd - there was no joy there, either.
So there's no sign of OV, there's no sign of AF, and I have no idea where I'm at....
Chop some courgettes, peppers (I like red and orange), mushrooms, spring onions and fine beans.
Cook them in a frying pan until they're nicely done.
Whisk some eggs and pour over the veg.
Cook in the pan until the base is firm.
Sprinkle on some cheese, and cook under a grill until the top's cooked.
It had rained all week in the run up to the wedding, so I was pretty much expecting that it would be a wash out (that's what you get for having a wedding in November in the UK!). But I woke up on the morning of the wedding to a text message from my cousin saying "beautiful day for a wedding". And it really was. The sun shone and there wasn't a drop of rain. It was a bit cold at times, but overall it was a magical day with our family and close friends.
It's so frustrating that, less than three working days after a week off, I'm so tired and run down again. If anything, I think it highlights to me how incredibly drained I am by this job...
To that end, I've frantically been looking for something new. I can't keep doing it, and I think the office move in December is the perfect deadline for me.
I've got fat club tonight. I didn't go last week, so I'm a little bit nervous about how I'll've got on. My plan had been to go to the gym every day last week while we were off, and that just didn't happen. In fact, I don't remember the last time I went.... I need to get back in the habit, but I really don't have the energy....
I'm absolutely shattered, but things can only get better, surely!?
I sent an email to the recruitment agent today and told her about the pending office move, and that being a "deadline" on the job junt.
I'm currently at CD43... Last "month" I ovulated at CD44(ish) so I'm going to get some action with Mr B!! Haha!!
On a completely different not, I read today that 21% of parents have forgotten how to play with their children.... That's a huge amount of people that just don't prioritise spending time with their children. That's really sad...
I'm already hideously pissed off.
I hadn't even switched my computer on before some dick head started reeling off a list of things I needed to get done today.
Seriously? You don't think the 183 emails are a priority of mine?
Someone's been using my desk / computer, so the desktop's clogged up with shit (that I'm tempted to delete) and there's stuff all over my desk.
So fricking annoying!!
I aimed to go to the gym every day this week. I haven't.
I was going to start selling things on eBay this week. I haven't.
I was going to sort out about driving lessons this week. I haven't.
What I have done, though, is chill out and relax a bit. I've spent time with my hubby. I've watched crap TV. I've read books. I've slept and rested. I've enjoyed my time off.
I'm a little bit worried how I'll cope next week though - being back at work, and not able to have a little nap in the afternoon...!!
I want a baby more than anything in the world, yet I can't seem to stop sabotaging myself.
I know I need to lose weight to help me get there, but I can't stop stuffing my face with crap.
I know I need to exercise to help me lose weight, but I can't stop coming up with excuses.
Because we're off this week, I was determined to get a head start on the diet and the exercise, but so far, I've achieved nothing. That said, I did spend nearly two hours this morning poring over recipe books etc, only to discover that I'd managed to confuse myself and get in a tizz that resulted in me crying, and getting nowhere with the shopping list.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm overthinking the diet, and need to simplify my thoughts and get my arse in gear. How else will I ever manage to get up the duff?
I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed when we arrived - I'd got it in to my head that we were going to Brighton. There's a big difference.
Namely, the age range of the people there. It appears that Bournemouth is where people go to wait to die... I literally felt the energy draining from me the longer I stayed there...
Anyway, we're home now.
We've got the whole week off work, and I can't wait. We've got a lot of stuff that we need to do, and one of them is me finding a new job.
And chilling out!!
This photo really makes me smile...
It was a work night out back in 2007. One of the guys FELL ASLEEP in the middle of the club. Not only that, but he was so deeply asleep, that he didn't realise this was happening to him (that's his head under the t-shirt!). Check out my friend on the left and how hard he's laughing, too!!!
George's Marvellous Medicine was my favourite book when I was little, and one of the only books I've read more than once.
I remember my mum laughing so hard that she couldn't keep reading, which is a lovely memory to have, too.
I haven't read it for a while, but I'm going to dig it out again soon...
Most people would be super excited because they're away with their hubby this weekend, and not in work for more than a week.
Most people would be seeing today as the home run.
Turns out, I'm not Most people! I've been in the office for almost 2 hours already, and all I can think is that there's another 8 to go.
With two colleagues - one of whom I don't really like - very little motivation, and not much to do.
I enjoy Leverage, Castle and NCIS Los Angeles, because they're easy to watch and pass an hour or two when I'm trying to chill out after a tough day at work.
Other than that, I can't think of anything, although I do like reality trash, too...
Mr B sorta disturbed me when he came to bed 2 hours later, but nothing major, really. I slept tremendously.
Until... Mr B jumped up in a blind panic because we'd overslept. Him by an hour, me by 30 minutes. Mr B automatically started running around like a loon, while I just saw the plus side - we'd both had a little bit of extra sleep, and it least it wasn't tomorrow, when the school's go back.
In the end, he dropped me at work only 5 minutes later than usual. What's the worry!?
I've got slimming again tonight - not sure how I feel about that, to be honest. We'll see!