Evening all, or should I say morning? Today was massage, my last one for at least 2 months. My Masseuse won't touch me for at least that amount of time after the operation. I really do believe she has helped me. She has kept me mobile and flexible when I should be a taut muscled wreck. I will miss her. Then into town for a quick shopping trip, track suit bottoms for my sons and some new knickers (you just can't go into hospital with manky grey ones). Some new fluffy (bed) socks and a pair slippers for the hospital. I even tried my new Pj's on today. When I bought them, months ago, they were way too tight, now they are just right.
After that I crashed out on the sofa and was very hard to wake up at 6pm as it was gym time. I did better than I expected in the gym, another 2 minutes on the cross trainer though the shoulders are complaining now because of a 5 day break from the gym.
I spoke to my Step-mum today and found out that she is in hospital herself on Sunday for a cataract operation, so sadly she won't be able to visit me.
Hubby also had the docs today and they have given him another 120ml's of steroid, hoping that this one will work as the last one only gave about 1 week of minimal relief. If this one works it will mean he won't need as much help whilst I'm away and when incapacitated at home. As its just past midnight, I can offically say, only one week to go. Eeek!
The funny thing is that now I have a date I'm much more relaxed about it all. I fully expect to actually start losing weight again because my stress levels have dropped. I am no longer anxiously, desperately even, trying to lose weight as there is no more time to lose weight, so I'm relaxed about it. I'm still fasting, but not anxious on my normal days. Its bound to be sods law that when it doesn't matter as much I will plummet off this plateau.
Right then, I'm off to bed with the prospect of about a 100 feet of fence plus two sheds to paint tomorrow, if the weather stays warm and dry that is.
After that I crashed out on the sofa and was very hard to wake up at 6pm as it was gym time. I did better than I expected in the gym, another 2 minutes on the cross trainer though the shoulders are complaining now because of a 5 day break from the gym.
I spoke to my Step-mum today and found out that she is in hospital herself on Sunday for a cataract operation, so sadly she won't be able to visit me.
Hubby also had the docs today and they have given him another 120ml's of steroid, hoping that this one will work as the last one only gave about 1 week of minimal relief. If this one works it will mean he won't need as much help whilst I'm away and when incapacitated at home. As its just past midnight, I can offically say, only one week to go. Eeek!
The funny thing is that now I have a date I'm much more relaxed about it all. I fully expect to actually start losing weight again because my stress levels have dropped. I am no longer anxiously, desperately even, trying to lose weight as there is no more time to lose weight, so I'm relaxed about it. I'm still fasting, but not anxious on my normal days. Its bound to be sods law that when it doesn't matter as much I will plummet off this plateau.
Right then, I'm off to bed with the prospect of about a 100 feet of fence plus two sheds to paint tomorrow, if the weather stays warm and dry that is.
Sue
