Not a happy bunny, here- but also realise I am being ridiculous... maybe hormonal??!
Sit comfortable- I'm about to moan!
I weighed this morning. This is Day 12 ( of a diet I want to keep up til the last day of term). By Day 7 I'd lost 5lbs- but am aware AF kicked in on day 2 or 3 so I get that probably half of that was water retention; however, despite being really quite disciplined (I had 2 planned 'mini-blow outs' being 2 evening meals + vino, on days 6 and 8; a MBO (!) is where I eat 600 cals instead of 350 so maybe 1450-1500 for that day) today I weighed and I have not lost an ounce since day 7! So no chance of losing 2lbs a week on 1200, is there?!
Also, I am going to Brum today to meet a friend to go to Gardener's World Live- and the weather, predictably, looks shite. I can 'do' drizzle but rain driven by 50 mph gusts? In mid June? No. Last night, for the first time ever, I actually discussed with DH the possibility of returning to Australia (been here 10 years) as we are finding we're doing less and less and the weather scuppers just about anything you want to do outdoors, these days. 6 shite summers in a row! I am a massive believer that there's more to life and location that 'the weather' and recognise how many Down-Unda relocations fail because the Poms realise that wall to wall sunshine, day in, day out is all well and good but becomes mundane after a while (and often, rather too hot!) BUT, but, year after year of drizzle and blustery wind can also sap the spirit, can't it?
Anyway, we're 'stuck' for at least 4 years whilst DS2 finishes school but I am just wondering....
And the final 'thing'- DS1, Y9, has just got the results of his end of year Maths exam (which turned out to be KS3 SATS papers!)- and he got... 6H, which is exactly where he was at the end of Y8. This is a good comp in terms of academic output, but DS alleged to not know when this exam actually was (no, he chose not to tell me as he knew I'd 'make' him revise over half term), so, panic stations, night before, 4 hours revision (but not doing old SATS papers as we didn't know that was what they'd use- we're new to Y9!). Thing is, he's not stupid, just seemingly unshiftable from the 'barest minimum is good enough' mind-set. It's getting a bit late in the day, sunshine. I, panicking mum, see yet another door slowly closing on him. He thinks he wants to go to uni and 'do engineering' but he won't if he's getting 6 high for maths at the end of Y9, will he? But painfully, he's well capable of a good 2 subsets higher than he's achieving in Maths. I'd be fine if I knew he was trying at least something akin to 'his best' but he isn't.
So, today I am feeling rather down.
But, I did a 2 mile fast walk on the treadmill watching Embarrassing Fat Bodies(!) on the TV
.... as I know our planned 4 mile walk this afternoon near Brum will be kyboshed by rain and wind.
Now I must pack as I'm leaving in an hour!!
Moan over.