I know this will sound sort of loopy but about a week ago, on the spur of the moment, I addressed the Universe on behalf of my daughter and her partner. He desperately needed to find a job, had applied for lots and lots of jobs with few responses and my baby was starting to stress with carrying the burden of being the sole wage earner.
the interview started, and today he was offered a job. I am so happy for them although I think they are considering moving closer to the city (and further from me).
Lost another 500g this week even though I went out to a work dinner on Tuesday night and ate and drank everything that was put in front of me. I was a bit worried because I thought I had blown it but two days of back on track helped. I was hoping for just maintaining but a loss was a bonus.
I know how to do this (I am sure we all do) so why do I keep ambushing myself? It's like: I lost 500g this week I can have a glass of wine with dinner tonight. 'bout time I realised the implications.
Anyway the other good news is that I fitted back into my skinny black jeans (could get them over my thighs). Of course I had to wear a loose top as there was still a bit of muffintop going on but hey, I was so happy.
Ankle operation has been put forward to 2nd April. Got the paperwork yesterday.
Mark has said that I can order the lounge I want. The problem is me. It is soooo expensive. He said get what I want this time. The builder is coming tomorrow to talk about the renovations. All happening in our household.
Looks like it is going to be a scorcher this weekend. Temps in the 30s and 40s. I know I will regret this statement in August but I am so over summer and we still have February to go. Looking forward to autumn - my favourite season.
Hope everyone has had a great week and will have a great weekend too. My wish for you all.