Alcohol, husband and fat
Mood: A tad grumpy
Listening to: Grrr Nickelodeon
Saturday, 9.10 am
I don't usually blog in the morning but remembered some stuff as I woke up - but don't hold your breath, its not steamy erotic dreams or anything exciting! Could be extremely negative, long and rambly - feel free to skip this chapter.
1. Alcohol.
A while back, the husband insinuated that my intake was unreasonably high and I was heading towards "a drinking problem" if not there already. I was having a couple wines most nights starting as I prepared tea after work, and having more on some social occasions. Admittedly, a couple sometimes turned into a few or even a few too many, but I took umbrage at that; however a little voice inside me was wondering the same thing, and after suffering miserably after a "session" (long story, but the guts of it is that it was out at Dave's after the boys had been fishing, we all got blotto, then Julie and Carla - bless them - came out drove us and our vehicles home, we bonked under the influence {cringe but I do remember thinking hurry up I want to go to sleep and I don't feel well} and apparently I rang D & J in the middle of it just to say for once its us and not you guys {double cringe, and I don't remember doing that} then I sank into the dark depths and Brent drove back to collect the insulin he'd left behind) I decided that enough was enough and I would have some time off the grape.
Well.
That was January 20th, this is February 11. If I was an alcoholic, would I have lasted that long? Had half a glass out at the beach last week but didn't finish it as it tasted unpleasant. Went to a work drinkies at the pub and happily drank tomato juice. I will admit that there were a couple of times that I felt as if I wanted a wine - habit is a strong motivator because it was while doing the veg, and I substituted tomato juice or lemon squash (with ice!) and water and was quite satisfied with both. However, last night I did have a couple - had done the groceries on Thursday and got a bottle in case Jo came round - and apart from the glow after first mouthful, I can honestly say I don't like the effects it had. Tasted fine, but think on this: I ate all my fish'n'chips, then polished off the remains of the rest of the family's chinese takeaways, then ate 6 biscuits, a plum and a banana; my cheeks went instantly red and stayed that way till bedtime; I couldn't concentrate on typing or crafting; couldn't be bothered clearing away the pickle jars or washing the dishes - is this all coincidence? Slept ok, don't have a headache this morning or anything but maybe I just don't need it. I heard that wine is fattening because of empty calories but don't seem to have lost any weight - that would have been a positive spin off. Maybe its because I drink dry white not sweet stuff.
2. Husband.
I'm mildly tetchy with him. Last night there was a bit of family disruption over the big boys being lazy and inactive and not doing anything towards finding jobs etc etc - which I agree with, don't get me wrong there, but what riled me was that no amount of nagging and arguing is going to make any difference, it will make both of them go in the opposite direction. He couldn't (wouldn't?) see that by going on and on and on all he was doing was switching them off and upsetting me. He just wouldn't (couldn't?) SHUT UP. Grr.
He moans about them not doing anything but then this morning buggered off fishing with Alan. Unbeknownst to me he'd had a callout around 6 am which is when they were to have gone, then when he came back from that just before 8 he woke me and Duncs (who was snuggled in with me) to tell us he was going. I mean! Did he have to wake me up??? So I got up and wandered downstairs and said "Did you ask the boys if THEY wanted to go fishing?"
Oh believe it or not he's JUST rung and said the sea is as flat as a board and if I wanted to take the boys down he'd put a line off the shore for us. Make me feel like a whingey wife why don't ya!
3. Fat
Lack of exercise too. I hate the way that, good or bad, I don't see any results in my weight for about 3 months. That means the good work I did last year at the gym and walking only started having an effect just before Christmas, and the Christmas excesses will be arriving on the scales shortly.
I've already had my moan about the absence of wine not equalling a weight loss, and I'm gloomy that I haven't kept up my just-set goal of walkng at least 20 km a week - so far this week I've only done 11.
On the bright side, I'll walk miles on the beach today, and hauling the long-line in is a good workout. Better get going and make some sandwiches - healthy low calorie ones of course!!
Cheers,
Jaybee
