Sodden Sunday

A very up and down day today. Started off great with my lovely man bringing breakfast in bed at a very pleasant Sunday waking up time of around 10am. He brought a pot of tea, orange juice, bacon and egg rolls (for him) and egg rolls (for me). Hamish had the 2 rashers of bacon that I would have had pre-vegetarian days. He's very helpful like that.

We then fell back asleep and woke up grumpy because we'd wasted so much of a precious day off together. Decided to 'pop to Bristol to Cribb's Causeway Mall' which is easier said than done as we had a small difference of opinion about how to get there..... Eventually, after tears and tantrums (mine and his respectively) and a few miles scenic detouring in the lashing rain with only an hour left of Sunday trading we made it there. It didn't help that his notions of how to get there were the right ones and I was wrong. He still acted like a beast.

So when we reached the Mall I wasn't in much of a mood to shop. H and M made matters worse too by having their Plus Size section secreted at the darkest, dankest recess of their shop next to the Maternity section so you had to look really carefully at the item of clothing you were considering to make sure it wasn't intended for someone 9 months pregnant, which is never good when you're just fat. They also have a huge sign hanging right over their Plus Size section declaring to the world 'SIZES 18 - 30' just so that anyone passing who can't already see that you're a lardy ass knows for sure that you have to shop in the big section. At least in New Look they call it Inspire, which is far less disconcerting than a huge big sign that may as well have been neon with flashing pyrotechnics.

The rest of the day was nice: made friends again over a vanilla latte and half a toasted teacake, bought a tracksuit of sorts for my fitness drive, drove home, took some clothes I've rarely worn up to my parents for the charity people to collect tomorrow, took Hamish for a lovely walk up on Caerphilly mountain, came home and fed said dog then went to the cinema and saw a gruesome flick called 28 Weeks Later.

My weight is such an obsession at the moment. Just pinning my hopes on Tuesday for the docs to say I can join Lighter Life.