Good evening, all my lovely 5:2 colleagues!
I haven't been on the site in a while, due to my new hectic life getting in the way! As some of you may remember, I have recently moved towns, started a new job and a Masters. I was so excited and scared to move, but the whole thing proved far easier than I anticipated and, having for the first time ever in my life unpacked all of my belongings immediately, I was very quickly feeling very happy and smug with myself. I felt very in control and chilled. And then....
Three days after having moved into my lovely new room in a shared house the landlady slipped a note under my door asking for a 'one minute chat'. This 'chat' resulted in me being evicted with nowhere else to go and just three weeks in which to find somewhere. Her reasoning was that she thinks I am 'very sociable and likely to want to have dinner parties', and apparently that this is not 'that kind of a house'. So, there you have it, no conversation, no warning, not even a chance for a debate - just get out. (Basically I think she's found another tenant for whom she doesn't have to pay estate agent admin fees, but that's another story!)
Well, as you can imagine, I was shocked and upset and really truly pissed off. A week and a half later and I have just managed to put a holding deposit on another room just round the corner. The stress, however, of having started a completely new job, fitting in time to house hunt and go to masters meetings and see my boyfriend (who has to get up at half past four in the morning to go to work, which interrupts my sleep, also, particularly when it starts raining and I find myself driving along a dual carriage-way at half past five in the morning because he doesn't want to get wet) and see my friends and find time to watch Corrie (which is nigh on impossible as the internet here is atrocious) - well, it's all been a bit much!
My eating hasn't been terrible, but it hasn't been good either. Last week I only managed to complete one 36 hour fast, with the other fast ending up as a 24 hour no food at all one, due to being enticed by a burger and cocktails later in the day. This week has gotten off to a terrible start as I have fluey symptoms and a head cold, which today has meant lots of honey and lemon, surrounded by carbs, surrounded by the odd chocolate here and there.
I am walking half an hour to work and half an hour back, but it's not the same as walking Bella-boo! I am going to join the gym with the bf in a couple of weeks when I'm more settled, but I don't want to lose control of my eating or drinking again, as that is so often what keeps me feeling healthy and positive!
Aaaaaaaaand, rant over xx
I haven't been on the site in a while, due to my new hectic life getting in the way! As some of you may remember, I have recently moved towns, started a new job and a Masters. I was so excited and scared to move, but the whole thing proved far easier than I anticipated and, having for the first time ever in my life unpacked all of my belongings immediately, I was very quickly feeling very happy and smug with myself. I felt very in control and chilled. And then....
Three days after having moved into my lovely new room in a shared house the landlady slipped a note under my door asking for a 'one minute chat'. This 'chat' resulted in me being evicted with nowhere else to go and just three weeks in which to find somewhere. Her reasoning was that she thinks I am 'very sociable and likely to want to have dinner parties', and apparently that this is not 'that kind of a house'. So, there you have it, no conversation, no warning, not even a chance for a debate - just get out. (Basically I think she's found another tenant for whom she doesn't have to pay estate agent admin fees, but that's another story!)
Well, as you can imagine, I was shocked and upset and really truly pissed off. A week and a half later and I have just managed to put a holding deposit on another room just round the corner. The stress, however, of having started a completely new job, fitting in time to house hunt and go to masters meetings and see my boyfriend (who has to get up at half past four in the morning to go to work, which interrupts my sleep, also, particularly when it starts raining and I find myself driving along a dual carriage-way at half past five in the morning because he doesn't want to get wet) and see my friends and find time to watch Corrie (which is nigh on impossible as the internet here is atrocious) - well, it's all been a bit much!
My eating hasn't been terrible, but it hasn't been good either. Last week I only managed to complete one 36 hour fast, with the other fast ending up as a 24 hour no food at all one, due to being enticed by a burger and cocktails later in the day. This week has gotten off to a terrible start as I have fluey symptoms and a head cold, which today has meant lots of honey and lemon, surrounded by carbs, surrounded by the odd chocolate here and there.
I am walking half an hour to work and half an hour back, but it's not the same as walking Bella-boo! I am going to join the gym with the bf in a couple of weeks when I'm more settled, but I don't want to lose control of my eating or drinking again, as that is so often what keeps me feeling healthy and positive!
Aaaaaaaaand, rant over xx
Sue. 
