Despite being rather
tired after yesterday's walk, I didn't sleep well last night. I was
in bed by 10.30 yesterday evening but woke shortly after midnight,
and saw every hour of the night from then on. Some nights I sleep,
other times I don't. Laying awake is dull. I got up about 5.30am and
once I'd done some boring chores I watched an episode of Babylon 5
with Furry Face over a bowl of Bran Flakes. I've taken to watching my
Babylon 5 DVDs again, if only to give me a reason to brush the dust
off of them.
I then stepped on the
scales. My weight seems to be holding constant - but over half a
stone what it was before Christmas. Bearing in mind how good I was at
weight loss last year, I really need to get back on to the weight
loss campaign again. Realistically I want to get back to where I was
a month ago, then lose at least another stone in weight, and probably
two in total. So it's no more choccy digestive biccies for me. From
now on it's Rich Tea all the way. And I shall go back on to
MyFitnessPal dot com and start logging what I shove down my neck.
Just recording what I eat seems to make me more conscious of what I'm
scoffing. On the flip side I will feel permanently hungry, but then
that's what weight loss is all about.
And so to work. I scraped
the ice off of my car. Ice! The weather forecast didn't show the
overnight temperature to be getting below freezing point. I follow
weather forecasts religiously, and I know that more often than not
they will get it wrong. I really shouldn't bother.
As always, as I drove I
listened to the morning news on the radio. And in a novel break with
tradition there was barely anything worthy of note on the show. In
fact much of the time was spent discussing the proposed high speed
rail link to go from
London to various places up north. Would you believe that there
are people who are against the project? It amazes me that in this day
and age anyone would feel that it was acceptable to have trains that
run at less than half the speed of what is considered to be standard
for train travel in the twenty first century.
Once at work I did my
bit, and came home again. I see on other social media that Friday's
blog entry has inadvertently given offence. This was never my
intention, but it's not given as much offence accidentally as was
given to me deliberately on Saturday.
Regular readers of this
drivel will know that for years I have been the first person out of
bed every morning and last person to bed every night at previous
Teston kite festivals to keep the thing running. I've spent a lot of
my own money for the events (where did that go...?). I've
acted as on-site liaison many times for all sorts of people and
reasons.
Somehow all of this seems
to have been ignored or forgotten. Or (which is far more likely)
not known to those who feel that daring to voice dissent is akin to
heresy.
I'm waiting for an
apology which I doubt I'll ever get...
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