I am having a horrid week and I BLAME MY HUSBAND for.....just EVERYTHING!!!!

Ahhhh that feels better

I have not been feeling very well, there is a viral doo-da(medical terminology) going round ~ makes you feel nauseous,headachey and generally crap)

Managed to get through work (although the patient I saw in astma clinic probably now firmly believes that I am on drugs as I talked a complete load of )

It was my weigh-in and group meeting straight after.

I somehow knew that I had not lost weight this week .
I have not done anything differently and have never lapsed (not even a grain of rice has passed these fair lips )
Sure enough, I dragged myself over to the scales only to hear the chirpy australian bint who does the weighing ("when I lost all my weight bla bla bla bla bla"....... every fecking week) say "oooh well done darling, that's 1.1 lbs I really really had to resist the urge to pick up said scales and bash her skull in with them

1.1 lbs what in God's name is that about?
One of the other ladies lost half a pound, and I know that she felt just a pissed off as me

I dozed through the 'motivational' (ahem) dvd and cuddled up in my coat and scarf through S talking about Recognition and touch hunger.(shall have to look it up as it sounded complete bollocks at the time)

Drove home on auto-pilot and slept fitfully dreaming all night about riding a motorbike that wouldn't work (uphill) ~ that says it all really

Happy to say though that this morning - Day 36 - I appear to feel a bit better physically and certainly not as negative.

Am missing my better half so much ~ I guess that is half the problem right now

The last film I watched was 'The last king of Scotland'(Forest Whitaker and James McAvoy).
The title had put me off previously ~ that was silly!
I was completely blown away, totally transfixed. One of those rare movies where the actors seem to have been born to play their particular roles.