Runs I've been on since last post: 0
Weight according to Slimming World: 11st 10.5lb
Cups of tea: 3
Goals scored: 1
New friends made: 4
Boiled eggs eaten: 2
Jobs applied for: 5ish
Dates with POF man #4: 4
Today I made that leap and went to Slimming World for the first time. My reason for this is that my bottom seems to have swelled to the size of two watermelons, my old clothes are tight and I don't like naked me. I doubt even Bridget Jones' knickers would suck everything in. I thought that by joining, I'd get the extra motivation needed to fit back into my old jeans.
Upon arriving, I realised I was the second youngest there by a good couple of decades, maybe more. A couple of members had lost well over five stone since they'd been members. This was encouraging. I can't say I really enjoyed the session; it was more like a social coffee morning for the retired or bored mothers. But I came away with my purse £9.98 lighter, clutching my booklet full of what I can and cannot eat lest I should tot up a heinous number of 'syns', and the rather shocking fact of my weight according to the Slimming World Scales. I'll go next week just to see I've lost anything by playing hockey and changing my diet, and also so I'll get that little clap the members receive when they've lost a pound or two. Gosh, now the pressure's on to not put on a single ounce...
And so here's what I've consumed today, in case anyone's interested, which you're probably not:
3 cups of tea (no sugar)
2 boiled eggs (no soldiers)
1 fat-free Activia yoghurt, with some fresh blueberries and a sprinkling of oatbran
1 tin Waitrose Love Life chicken & chunky veg soup
1 cereal bar. (My only syn of the day, lest I should faint during hockey and look like a moron)
On another note, club hockey formally began again today. This is excellent news, made even more so by the fact that I've made 4 new friends, who managed to see past my sweaty pink hockey face. It's my own fault as I haven't been on a follow-up run to last week's achievement, but now I have even more incentive to pound those fields around Priory Park, which are usually pounded by local hormonal teenagers in a completely different sense.
Things have been going slowly but nicely with POF man #4. I think we'll stop calling him that and use Gorgeous Carpenter instead, since that is, quite literally, what he is.
Date no.2 was a spontaneous walk up Old Winchester Hill, followed by a drink in a pub. He picked me up in his Audi, thinking that I'd be a bit shocked if he'd turned up in the Land Rover with the dogs. I said I wouldn't have minded one bit. He drove me home, cue awkward car-hug goodbye.
Date no. 3 was an excuse for us to revert to our childhoods by seeing Monsters University, my treat. I booked the tickets online, he drove; all was fine and dandy. Until we got to Eastleigh Vue Cinema, and my pre-booked ticket refused to come out of the machine. I'd only gone and booked tickets at the Portsmouth cinema instead. What an incredibly blonde thing to do. Surely he'd go right off me. Shame-faced, I explained my predicament to the manager, who VERY kindly let us in for free (it's so not on how expensive cinema tickets are when it's not Orange Wednesday), so our date was saved. But then of course was the endless wondering of whether to go COMPLETELY teenager-dateish and hold hands etc. Just so you know, we didn't. He took me home, cue an even more awkward car-hug goodbye. I was, by now, beginning to feel a little frustrated. But at least I know, from his texts, that he likes me.
Date no.4 was a walk from my house in semi-darkness, followed by crucial viewing of the Great British Bake-Off. He'd declined dinner, but not a cup of tea, which, in his trade, must be made well. Thank heavens I passed the tea-making test. Granny Ann would be proud (we won't tell her I didn't use a teapot).
Date no.5 was planned for Sunday evening after my hellish lunchtime shift. Sadly, he'd had a rubbish day and didn't feel he should 'inflict his bad mood on anyone, least of all me,' and he promised to make it up to me, maybe dinner out. I can't deny I was a tiny-weeny bit sceptical, (Mum was more so) but played it cool saying he had nothing to make up for. Nevertheless, he insisted, saying he'd like to. I'll be looking forward to Friday night, as will the rest of the staff at work, as they follow this snail's pace dating saga with much interest. Deep down, I rather like the snail's pace. It certainly makes a nice change.
Living at home is getting increasingly difficult. I'll leave it there so as not to open a huge can of worms.
