So where the hell have I been? Yep, that’s right, I’ve been hiding. I
could say I’ve been really busy, which I have, and that I haven’t had time,
which I haven’t, but I wouldn’t be telling the whole truth. My weight-loss has
been non-existent over the past few weeks and I was, once again, too ashamed to
say it. Of course it hasn’t helped that I’ve had incredibly painful eczema all
over the palms of my hands which has rendered me not only unable to swim, but
has necessitated my wearing white cotton gloves everywhere I go. Like a mime.
However, swimming is not, as they say, the only fruit and I could have done
many other things. I think I’ve finally learned that this is going to be a
series of trials, errors and fresh starts, and that even when it’s not going
well I have to keep blogging in order to maintain momentum.
So, times have changed since I spoke to you last. Tony, Philip and I are
newly ensconced in a lovely, cosy flat of our own in Leytonstone. Of course,
when I say ‘flat of our own’, I meant that we’re renting, but not having to
share with Scario anymore. Also, when I say ‘lovely’ I mean damp, old and mouldy, and
when I say ‘cosy’ I mean frickin’ freezing. However, did I mention the lack of
Scario? The flat’s not really that bad, it has lovely big rooms and a
good-sized garden, plus we’re only in there until the end of May and hopefully
the heating bills won’t have wiped us out by then.
Other new developments include my positively leaping on the band wagon that
is Zumba. Yes, yes, everyone’s doing it, but there’s a reason for that: it’s
awesome. Of course it helps considerably that the venue I’ve chosen is a bar,
with NO mirrors on the walls such as you would find in a studio. This enables
me to maintain the belief that I am not only cool, but graceful and awesome as
well. A belief shattered by the sight of my incredibly red face following the
class. Perhaps the best part of Zumba though, is that I have people to go with,
which makes all the difference. Also, Tony’s rhythmical prowess is not to be
underestimated on the dance floor – a fact which many Zumba-goers quickly
learned after standing too close him. He’s in his element though: surrounded by
women and able to dance around like a mad man. Philip doesn’t do Zumba. Philiip throws up on the bed and leaves live
frogs in our shoes. So he’s happy.
I’d like to share a couple of things with you, things that I’ve found
during my travels around the internet. The first of these is “The Egg and Wine
Diet” http://eggwinediet.com/?page_id=127
which is endearingly dangerous and bizarre. The cholesterol alone would
probably finish you off within a week, but imagine your breath! This, however,
is nothing compared to the original ‘Egg and Wine Diet’ as detailed here: http://peculiarbeautyblog.blogspot.co.uk/2009/02/secret-crash-diets-by-special-request.html
which advocates drinking at breakfast!! The small part of me that is still a
student at heart cries “Yes!” at the thought of a liquid breakfast, and the
rest of me simply cries. I also think any dieter would be fired, very
quickly....
The second thing I’ve found is this: http://www.weightwins.com/
which I think requires further investigation. In theory it’s a brilliant idea,
but for someone like me who keeps wimping out and falling off the wagon and
into a large vat of wine, it may not be.
Anyway, my plans for this week... Tonight I shall be visiting the
walk-in centre to have a burn on my foot assessed. Said burn was caused by a
hot water bottle, furthering the legend that I could manage to hurt myself in a
padded room whilst wrapped in cotton wool and wearing a helmet made of marshmallows. After this appointment though I intend
to get out my “Dance Yourself Slim” 50 minute workout DVD and make an idiot of myself
in front of the neighbours who can see in through our curtain-less windows.
Tomorrow night is date night and will consist of two Orange Wednesday tickets
to Skyfall (no expense spared here), Thursday we take our Cantonese class, Friday is Zumba, and on Saturday I will make my triumphant return to the pool. Keep
watching this very slow-moving and accident-prone space, progress will be made –
especially as I now not only have one wedding in July to go to, but also Tony’s
uncle’s wedding in Hong Kong in January!
Oh yeah, we've started learning Cantonese. Which is cool.
