Arse chasing

I think my body's finally gone into full revolt. It's decided that I need to slow down a bit and has therefore decided to be TATT (tired all the time). I'm still losing weight, but only because I'm exchanging sleeping at unusual times for food.

You see, last week was deadline week. I pushed myself to the limits in order to meet deadlines that I had (surprisingly) left until the last minute. I don't think this went down well with the little people in my head.

When I should have been resting this weekend, I went on a course and agreed to help someone set some equipment up. I'm just far too nice for my own good. And it hasn't stopped yet....

I have, yet again taken on too much:

• I've agreed to give a talk to a group next week, which means I have a powerpoint to write before then.
• I've got a whole load of anatomy to learn this week
• I stupidly signed up for an extra clinical session
  
• I have a physiology assignment to do
• And at some point in the future I shall be starting on a 10 week course.
  
• I've got to fit a job interview in somewhere too....

I've never really suffered with headaches (aside from the occasional contraceptive related migraine) but I've been plagued with them since Friday. My head feels like it's in a vice.

As I mentioned above, I'm sleeping funny hours. I've started getting in from uni and having a couple of hours sleep, waking up around 8pm. This is fine, but then means I can't be bothered to cook so I have a snack and do some work, before crawling into bed properly at some point after 12.

While tonight I could really do with hitting the books followed by bed, I've got a meeting to attend at 7.30 and have promised to help some mates at the pub quiz later.

Something's gonna break soon. Probably my one remaining nerve.

Hurrah!

Hospital Phoenix is back!

Hurrah!





* I know I've been a bad blogger lately, and I promise normal posting will be resumed this week when I can get my arse into gear again. My so called 'weekend-off' turned into the busiest one since September....*

So slowly

Well, even though the diet has strayed for the last few days I've still lost a touch of weight. It's not a case of pigging out, it's a case of being stressed and eating whatever was available at the time, and then not eating anything else all day. This often led to an omelette and chips being the only food I ate in an entire day.

I know this isn't healthy but I've been so chewed up lately I've been chasing my own tail to meet deadlines.

So the new BMI for today is 26.1

Only another half stone to lose to get back to BMI of 25

*yawn*

It seems like such a long time since I spoke star wars on Monday.
This week has been crazy busy, packed with stupidity on my part, and lots and lots of stress and panic....more on that later.

I've had a lot of frustration this week with people on my course, but I think that's going to have to be a different post.

I've also strayed slightly from the diet...but I've had a bad week, honest

Speaking the lingo

A little knowledge goes a long way, or so it seems.

When speaking to a 7 year old boy post-surgery, it helps if you know a little (or a lot in my case) about Star Wars.

His parents accused us of speaking in tongues, but it put a smile on my face for the rest of the day!

I even managed to get him to tell me about his surgery, which was a rather delicate concept for a 7 year old boy, and he waved me goodbye as I left his bedside.

It's given me a rather warm feeling inside....now let's see how long that lasts for.

Songs that get in your head

Laura prompted me to do this by getting a song in my head. This little tune has been following me around for over a week now. Enjoy

On why I shouldn't drink Coca Cola....

When I finished my A2 Levels (a shocking 4 and a half years ago now) I joined Weight Watchers with my mum in an effort to shift some of my rhinocerous sized body mass.

I was dedicated and determined and I lost 3 and a half stones (around 22 Kg I think) and reached my gold weight. In order to do this, I had to make certain sacrifices....like Coca Cola - the full fat stuff.

Diet Coke was completely allowed, as it has 0 points in it, and could therefore be consumed as much as was desired.

Obviously I complied and quit my fat coke for thin coke and lost the weight.

Having been beaten into submission this way and for so long, I found drinking fat coke unpleasant as it made my teeth feel funny.

It would appear that having quit fat coke for 4 years and then accidentally getting a pint last night had some unusual side effects.

I had the hugest caffeine and sugar rush combined, and proceeded to dance like a woman possessed for the next 30 minutes. My bar supervisor who was out with me was rather bemused as I was bouncing all over the place in a slightly odd manner, and decided to see how far it would go if he got me a second fat coke. Cue a very giddy, bouncy Merys who managed to make everyone think she was drunk out of her skull (except today I don't have the hangover . . . just toothache). I was so hyped up I didn't even have an alcoholic drink all night.

Moral of this story - never ever give me full fat Coca Cola unless you want me to annoy you for the next 30 minutes.

And today....

My BMI = 26.30

Apparent Intelligence

Despite today's appalling weather I am obviously a complete idiot (or getting better at cycling).
I rather foolishly cycled 2 miles in the wind and rain along the main road.
And didn't have an accident (but I did have to dismount for a huge puddle and walk along the grass).

Although on the way home, I was a tad more sensible (the wind was stronger) and decided to walk my bike home.
2 miles.
Uphill.
In strong wind and rain.
While wearing heels.
And carrying a dainty handbag.

I don't know which was more stupid actually!

And in case you thought I'd forgotten....

Today's BMI = 26.5