I had a good day yesterday. Didn't feel that bad most of the time. I did start to get a headache in the late afternoon but I took some pain killers and I was fine after that. Having a big hot bowl (okay, it wasn't big) of veggie soup when I got home from work was lovely. My late evening chocolate mousse did not mousse very well, so I ended up having the world's most piddly sized shake. Still, it was chocolate and it was nice.
I don't think I drank enough water yesteday. I cut down on my water in take at around 4ish because I am paranoid about being caught short in my car. The traffic home is unpredictable and I don't want to take any chances. Then when I got home I got quite engrossed in my studying and realised I hadn't drunk anything for at least two hours (except for my soup). I had a couple of glasses after that and my mini-shake so hopefully I was okay? I woke up with a really dry mouth.
This is the only thing (well, apart from on Monday when there were many, many things) that annoys me about LL. I hate having to plan my life around when and where my next loo stop is. It's ridiculous. Some days I pee every half hour. EVERY HALF HOUR!! Sometimes it's every hour. Fair enough when I'm at home or work it's fairly easy but what happens when I want to go to a car boot sale or shopping or god forbid a jaunt down the motorway where there are no loos? I mean, I'm paranoid already so I guess 4 litres of water is not helping the situtation but it is ridiculous. Then there's the beloved 'water wheel' approach. 'To keep our bodies running smoothly we need water little and often, like a water wheel'. So there goes downing a two litre bottle twice a day. Maybe I'm getting too hung up on it. Maybe I'm drinking too much. Maybe my body will get used to it and allow me two hours uniterrupted living without demanding a trip to the loo. The worst thing is I keep reading things on the internet saying 'I drunk 5 litres a day instead of 4 and lost X amount of pounds in a week!! This diet really is 'the more you drink the more you shrink'. Dear God, pleeeeeeease don't tell me that is true! I can't cope with more water.
Apparently there is a group in Southampton that has just started that is later in the evening, so I might have to end up going there instead of Romsey with my mum. I don't want to but if my work is going to be diffifcult and the traffic is that bad then I've got no choice really. I suppose it will be easier in the long run with drop-ins or pop-ins or whatever they are called. And hey, who knows, maybe I do have some secret buried anxiety about my mum and food that we'll uncover in the comfy, safe environment of Southampton LL HQ. Or maybe not. Probably not if I'm honest. I'm just greedy. I just like pizza.
Anyway, I have to be off because I need to start work half an hour early so that I can leave half an hour early so that I can get to wonderful Romsey LL HQ and weight my bad self to see that yes, I really have lost 9st in one week and don't need to eat foodpacks anymore. Woot woot.
Ta ta for now.
