Freedom to Roam

After a few days of uncontrolled eating I do feel like I am getting back on track again, which is somewhat a relief.

I walked again for an hour today I waited until I really wanted to walk. Surprise surprise I only like walking in clement weather, when the birds are singing and the sun is shining.

Past lots of people in proper out door gear, fishermen in tweeds, who said things to me like, "well tha' wera waste a' time" after they caught nothing. Im getting rather impatient with people's dogs off leads who are intent on sniffing my arse. The joys of a walk!

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Fall From Grace and my climb uphill again

My blogging has become like my nutricious eating last week- that is to say none existant. Oh Dear.

But dear reader I did set out on a walk on Tuesday, a short one to get me into the spirit of the thing to the post office. I had walked 300 yards from the front door when my foot hit the curb stone and I ended up falling like a fat superwoman through the air for about 1 inch before I came to an unceremonious thumping landing on the pavement. My glasses flew off in front of me such was the pace of my fall, as did my letter to America. A cyclist went sailing by and muttered a are you okay as i rubbed my self.

Yes I did limp to the post office and yes it did hurt.

At night i bandadged myself up with antibacterial cream and then sulked at home for the next three days. My eating was wild. I was an out of control animal again. I need not say the words pancakes at 2.30am to the uninitiated.

Today was different. I ate two meals before I went walking . A real proper walk with mud encrusted walking boots on. I wallowed in the mud. I felt the sun on my skin, creating vitamin d in my body, and i was overjoyed. I looked at walls of lichen and moss again and amused myself by looking at a small white poodle which lower half was entirely black from the mud. I walked past the horses asleep in the fields and made clk clk noises to them. Spring was in my step and daffodils in my heart and other such purple phrases. Walking puts order back into my life. Where shall I go tomorrow?

Pizza Crisis

I was doing so well last post. A lot of things have gone out of order for a short while. I need to reveiew what I've been doing wrong so I can reassess, learn and move on.

I am still losing weight. However, I have mad a decision about the scales. I will only weigh myself at the beginning of each month. I want to get rid of the scale obsession. I read another weight loss book. It said that there is too much emphasis placed on weight. I have an eating problem, not a weight problem. If you disagree for a minute reflect. Do alcoholiscs have a problem with being drunk or do they have a drinking problem? (The Book is called Eating Less for anyone interested)

My sleep pattern has been disturbed somewhat of late. I can't really go into the reasons why here but I know that I need to think about this more carefully and maybe even go to bed earlier.

My walk pattern has been altered too. I promise I will go walking tomorrow and report back to you, the wide world. I drove to a decent walk on Monday then sacked the whole thing off. I'm feeling petulant and willfull.


My eating plan isnt really good enough either. This evening I ordered pizza and ate far too much of the damned meal. On a scale of things it isnt that much of a disaster but I can't let it happen again. It's partly because there was no other thing in the house. I may go to the supermarket and buy some wonderful fresh things tomorrow.

A little down today because I'm not measuring up to my ideal. But there will be other testing days ahead. And as it has been said- tomorrow is another day....