Of Dithering not Doing March 21, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Dieting Misery, Journal, Novel , 23 commentsFour days off. Goodness me. Whatever will I do with myself? The boys are spending Easter with their dad and grandparents. I’ve had bold notions aplenty about what I could get up to. Having put my foot down, as it were, I finally collected my new car last week. I envisaged zooming about like they do on the adverts, looking fab ‘n’ funky with my flossy hair billowing behind me as I gad about from one cool place to the next. Sadly, much as I tragically love my new Corsa, the only other people I’ve seen driving them are grannies or people wearing anoraks. Hmmm.
Anyway. Four days away from work. I’m gradually acclimatising to the going-to-work-every-day thing. Time is magically expanding (along with the ironing mountain) and I’ve started writing again in the mornings. I even managed a 40-minute romp through the woods before my working day yesterday. Sadly, it did mean that the hair-straightening time was obliterated but I don’t think anyone noticed my large Russell Brand hairdo.
So. Shopping this morning. I do so love being pushed about by simpletons in a supermarket. But, once the fridge is filled with M&S goodies and the bathroom crammed with pamperingness, I shall relax. R-e-l-a-x. The snow will be falling and I will be chilling.
Apart from lazing about, there is the small matter of The Novel to edit. Yikes. Oh, and I ordered some new running shoes yesterday. Yes, I’m moaning about lardiness again. This weekend is the start of my stop-being-fat period. I hope the shoes get lost in the post arrive soon. I know someone who’s looking forward to a daily early-morning run.
Crumbs, dieting for two hours has clearly made me weak and soppy. Pics of my pets indeed.
That’s better.
