Hello LBC-ers.
After I left you on my last post on Saturday, I braved the cold, cold weather and went out into Liverpool to meet my friend from work and to showcase my new short fringe on the mean streets. We had a lovely time actually apart from that none of my clothes fitted me and were tight across my back. I realised that I had stealth put on some timber and everything was straining across my arse, chest and waist. Can’t even lose weight in grief!
Liverpool has some fantastic restaurants and nightlife but we settled for some cosy, lo-fi pubs such as The Shipping Forecast, The Grapes (which has stopped doing coconut chocolate stout-gutted!) and we then went to a Vietnamese restaurant on Bold Street called Pho and I had a tofu curry which was really lovely actually. We met a ‘precision hairdresser’ (what even is that?) who complimented my haircut but told me he could “see the flaws” on my “flyaway” hair. Ooh what a charmer! His friends were clearly pissed off with him as he was talking to everyone and not them. We finished in the Jacaranda and I did my usual run for the last train home. I fell over in Liverpool Central station onto my knees (I wasn’t that drunk and I was wearing flat biker boots), however once the laughter subsided of the passers by, a nice man picked me up off the floor and I managed to sound incredibly drunk by saying “‘I’m schorry, I’m just so schurprised Islchlipped over”. Seriously, I’d only had 1 pint of Oatmeal stout and a couple of bottles of lager. On the way home, I had a lovely email from a blog reader about life, recovery and the ACES. That really lifted my spirits. My husband came to pick me up at the train station and I fell soundly asleep on the settee. There were no baby tears today.
I woke on Sunday with no hangover and thoughts of precision hairdressing. It was snowing!
I had an e-mail telling me I had a delivery from M&S of some clothes and boots I had bought. I nipped out, picked it up, went to the shops to pick up some things for dinner and then to the gym. I had finished watching Chewing Gum (loved it, by the way) and was watching Catterick, a BBC sitcom by Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimer whilst on the cross trainer. At our gym, we have a body scanner that measures how fat or how muscly you are. It had been a week since I weighed myself and I had put on 1 kilo (2.2lbs) in a week. No wonder my clothes were tight. I had lost muscle mass and had gained a cubic centimeter of fat in a week. FFS.
I tried on the clothes. One of the things I bought was that M&S dress that everyone is banging on about at the moment, with moons and stars on it, and a red dress. I tried them on. I looked horrendous. In the M&S ‘it’ dress, I looked like a middle aged witch. Thankfully, the silver boots were amazing. The silver boots of redemption. Silver boots don’t care how fat your arse is. The love you unconditionally, like a dog. I put them on with my gym kit and walked around the house. My husband thought I had finally lost it. I put my foot up on his knee on the couch and forced him to look at the boots. I felt he wasn’t impressed as he should be, and so kept them there, until he acknowledged them fully. He was delighted, let me assure you.
The rest of the evening was spent watching Xmas movies, wrapping presents, writing cards and generally getting festive. Burning nice candles and piping hot mugs of lapsang souchong as the ground was freezing outside. I had fulfilled a lot of my ACES today:
Achievement: gym, food shopping, wrapping presents and writing cards
Connection: whatsapping a friend (could have done more to be honest)
Enjoyment: Xmas Movies and watching Catterick
Self Care: smoothie
Today, my ACES haven’t been bad
Achievement: Body pump, cleaned the house, did a wash, had the car cleaned, finished Xmas shopping and writing the blog.
Connection: went to see my mum and dad for tea.
Enjoyment:Judge Judy, cup of lavazza decaff coffee, KIND bar
Self care: charting food consumption with Noom App, smoothie.
Today I received my very first compliment on my skin. The doctor told me they’d be rolling in soon, but I didn’t believe him. I’ll let you know how the Profhilo goes.