Day One Hundred & Ten to Day One Hundred & Fourteen: Dreadfully remiss

Dear David,

This has been undoubtedly the most hellish week at work.

The Jag sparked my renewed vigour for posting. I am heading off on holiday today so there may not be a peep out of me for the next few days. Off to christening in Italy and can't bloody wait.

I asked man for lunch. Thought it was a chilled email but, as anticipated, he has not replied. Two mails before this, then I asked and then the conversation stopped. Once was understandable, and perhaps even forgivable. Twice is simply shitty. On the plus side, I'm up 10 points on the Subo scale. I made casual offer, he ignored it. This makes him an idiot. I was tempted to reply with potential responses that adults send as part of his personal and social development and so he is not as ignorant to people in the future. e.g

1. Love to
2. Can't next week, some other time
3. Ask about where I am off to, ignore lunch question (one would get the hint)

However, man is just that. A man. And a good age too. If he's that ignorant at his age then it's ingrained.

I'm feeling too happy and looking to good to let this affect me now. Not that it ever bloody should but you live, you learn.

On train to Prestwick at the moment and am just bursting with excitement. I am, however, missing the Jag in her new Cos trousers. Like all good addicts, I like to get other people hooked too.

I won't bore you with what I ate all week but I was wonderfully good, went running only twice but that's me back into it. I went a different route. Man assured me there were no bears down the underpass and that I should go running there and make my way to the canal.

Epic fail. Lots of it up hill, gravel path, hundreds of the biggest and ugliest flying insects you have ever seen and took wrong turn and ended up on a motorway. Dreadful.

Man showed me where I should have gone. I might tell him where he should go when I see him next! Except I won't because I'm either too demure or too chicken shit. Think it is the latter and not the former.

Re Subo scale though, it's actually worse asking someone for lunch when you are just 'not bovvered' and they don't reply. I mean, at the end of day, that is someone telling you they don't even want to be a work friend or get to know anything about you. Mind you taking this one on the chin.

I was so good this week especially because I will be grubbing it in Italy this weekend. I'm not going to be terrible but I have a date with some starchy, buttery, cheesy goodness - all washed down with wine.

I will update on my return but expect a very different listing for food consumed than the usual offering.

Food intake predicted for the weekend:

Pizzas: 1
Butter-rich pasta dishes: 2
Wine: 3 bottles

And that's just Saturday...


Kikicee

Day One Hundred & Six to Day One Hundred & Nine:

Dear David,

Not too bad a weekend and I am trying to feel positive about the week ahead at work. I went to get hair cut even shorter on Saturday and got some things for going to Italy on Friday. I headed off to friend's farm in the evening and we had a great time. Lambs are all born now and were frolicking as only lambs can. Kept on detox diet for the last three days as will be back to 5 meals a day on Monday. Really need to do some exercise this week.

Going to get some stuff done for the office before tomorrow.

 Kikicee


Friday

Food:  protein shake (Vanilla), turkey and salad, protein shake (Vanilla) for lunch

Supplements: Thermobubbles, Vitamin Superjuice (Raspberry), Flush and Cleanse, Hoodia

Exercise: No exercise....poor show...

Saturday

Food: protein shake (Vanilla), turkey and salad, protein shake (Vanilla) for lunch

Supplements: Thermobubbles, Vitamin Superjuice (Raspberry), Flush and Cleanse, Hoodia

Exercise: No exercise....poor show...

Sunday

Food:  protein shake (Vanilla), turkey and salad, protein shake (Vanilla) for lunch

Supplements: Thermobubbles, Vitamin Superjuice (Raspberry), Flush and Cleanse, Hoodia

Exercise: No exercise....poor show...

Day One Hundred & Five: Very, very tired and very, very emotional

Dear David,

Yet more no exercise and I'm not impressed with myself but today was pretty terrible. I had back to back meetings, documents to write and edit and have been gifted with two resources who are nothing short of dreadful. This is somewhat a first impression and I could be proved wrong. However, one seems crazy, like proper unhinged and the other is one of those chaps that thinks he does not know anything because you are not telling him or you have hidden it from him. He actually asked me how I learned what I know about the project today, implied I was on some secret training course and looked suspicious when I said 'I read stuff and listened'. I gave him a whole list of documents to read and took time to take him through them, which was over and above the call of duty. It does not look like this is going to shape up well but I really am holding out so much hope that everything works out for the best.

I had the most hellish meeting today and, after it, had a meeting with my boss to discuss some project stuff and I started crying, choking them back but actually tears streaming down my face. Granted I am definitely premenstrual but that is the first time that has ever happened to me at work. I asked him what I need to say or do to communicate effectively that I was overallocated in such a way that he would do something about it. I reminded him that this project was not a one-woman roadshow.

I get the impression that we are moving to the 'offshore' model and that they are riding me like a horse til my contract finishes. Cruelty to contractors, I think this is called.

I obviously did not go running today as I did not have a minute spare. I got home about 8pm as the bus was late. I am tired and I am going to bed.

Kikicee

Wednesday

Food: Detox shot, protein shake (Vanilla), turkey and salad, protein shake (Vanilla) for lunch

Supplements: Thermobubbles, Vitamin Superjuice (Raspberry), Flush and Cleanse, Hoodia

Exercise: No exercise....poor show...



Kikicee

Day One Hundred & Four: Frazzled!

Dear David,

I had no time to get used to new desk today as I was never at it. Workshops, meetings, speedy write-ups in the middle! Tired, tired, tired.

No exercise again and need to run tomorrow. It's on, on, on.
More tomorrow - off for shower and early bed.

Kikicee

Tuesday

Food: Detox shot, protein shake (Vanilla), turkey and salad, protein shake (Vanilla) for lunch

Supplements: Thermobubbles, Vitamin Superjuice (Raspberry), Flush and Cleanse, Hoodia

Exercise: No exercise....poor show...



Kikicee

Day One Hundred & Three: A new beginning (again)

Dear David,


Right so 39 pounds down which equates to 4.3 ladies. Let's take some off...

I have 81 pounds to lose so that's 42 pounds to go which means I am nearly half way there and it has only been three and a half months.

Let's now focus on some more positives. My starting stats were as follows;

Bust : 43"
Waist : 39.5"
Hips: 47"

These have now reduced to:

Bust : 38"
Waist : 32"
Hips: 42"

That's a total inch loss of 17.5 inches. Still decidely hippy but more running this week and get the ass moving. It's on. It's totally on. I don't why I have lost the plot so badly over the last couple of weeks. It's been tougher and tougher getting back on the wagon.

Saturday was probably the drunkest I have ever been in my life. It was the first alcohol induced blackout I have ever had and also managed to come home with one shoe. We found it in the garden when I came home from work today. Far from epic.

The drinking on Thursday started the very steady decline. Thursday was actually hilarious though. There is nothing funnier than watching other people get more drunk and more badly behaved than you. Roles were pretty much reversed on Saturday...

Moved on from all my crushes, likes and attempts at being normal. I think SUBO is the way forward. I am booking slot on Britain's Got Talent now. At least I will be minted in my old age. Plus without the daily support of Dear Deirdre and the Jag, I definitely cannot be trusted to make rational decisions on my own!

I had to move chair to Shiteville today and it was a sad, sad day. I actually felt a bit teary. I HATE my new desk. Company does not seem to be shaping up well and shock, horror at big glasses was disproportionate to even their size. I should not have gone to Specsavers but should have brought a subscription to Cosmo and a baseball bat for the unfashionable, unoriginal few.

I am going to miss Dear Deirdre, the Jag, the Rey, the Witch and Yorkie. It's going to be dreadful, totally dreadful. I am trying to be positive but it's too sad. The Witch was joking today and I really could not even laugh at the tragedy that was befalling me. Heartbreak.

I will stay positive, stay focused and run tomorrow to cheer myself up.

It's time for GLEE!

Kikicee





Monday

Food: Detox shot, protein shake (Vanilla), turkey and salad, protein shake (Vanilla) for lunch

Supplements: Thermobubbles, Vitamin Superjuice (Raspberry), Flush and Cleanse, Hoodia

Exercise: No exercise....poor show...

Day Ninety Seven to Day One Hundred and Two: More epic failing

Dear David,

This week has been so stressful. Document finally handed in on Thursday - 4 days late. I have another one to had in on Monday and it 6 days late. I have worked really long hours and I have not been running once. I have not updated blog, I have not had one good night's sleep and I am totally exhausted.

I did the 5 day detox and was fine until Thursday but I went out with work peeps and had some vodkas. Well, quite a few actually. I had funeral on Friday and it was most upsetting. I just ate whatever was put in front of me and had cakes, bakes and the like. I drank on Saturday and I really went all out. I got totally hammered.

This is now over. I have to start back on this again and stop being an arse. I have another 5 day detox kit and am starting again (for the second time) on Monday. I need to get back to running program and stop kidding myself on.

I'll weigh in and measure in tomorrow.

Kikicee

Day Ninety Four to Ninety Six: Epic Fail

Dear David,

What a weekend! I headed out of work frazzled on Thursday and was up early on Friday morning. I watched some of the Royal Wedding while getting reading to head out and meet a couple of girls with whom I went to school. We went to Amore in the Merchant City and I was very, very good and then, almost immediately after, I was very, very bad. I had sea bass with a green salad. I finished lunch with two Margaritas.

Lunch was great and the conversation sparkling. When I say sparkling, it had a grim hue as we did the run through of ‘Where are they now?’ about people, we knew from school. I headed off about 3.30pm, rather inebriated; it has to be said, towards the shops with credit card in hand. Are you sensing that this does not end well? Well, you would be right.

I became a magician, a drunk magician. I made a small fortune disappear in Cos, Hobbs and Space N.K. Just like that.

I had a top up of a little glass of champagne in Rogano and headed home. Lord and Lady were out for the night and I ordered in an Indian meal and, by the time it arrived, I had a bottle of wine opened that did not have Sancerre on it. It had MY name on it.

I watched a couple of movies and then got a most upsetting call. My best friend’s dad died rather suddenly. I am simply heartbroken for her. I tootled off to bed, rather drunk and a bit teary.

I got up early on Saturday morning and headed into town to be shorn. I have been trying to grow my hair for the wedding and I cannot take one more minute of it. I have had very short hair for years, it has reached that in-between stage now, and it is hideous. I opted for ‘as short as you can make it’ and the hairdresser did not disappoint. In fact, he was rather too enthusiastic and I now look like a boy with breasts. It is not the best haircut I have ever had but the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is a week.




I shopped some more on Saturday but was rather more restrained than Friday. I headed back home and went to see my friend’s mum. The whole family were round and people were dropping in, one after another. Cakes were passed round and I don’t know what happened but two pieces of rocky road and a piece of malteser cake happened to find their way into my mouth.
Dinner was pie and beans. This theme of gorging continued well into Sunday where I ended the evening on a high with fish and chips and ice cream. I did no exercise at all. I pottered about in the garden and planted up a few planters with plants I got in the afternoon. They did look positively lovely.

I have started the 5 day detox today. I have very successfully retoxed so I am ready. I am not even going to detail what I ate over the weekend because it’s actually disgraceful. Short version: A load of shite and no exercise.

It’s GLEE tonight. I will be up until all hours trying to get this, now very late, document handed in tomorrow.

Kikicee