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Date: 24 July 2004 11:54:03
When my colleague takes a day off here or there she does really cool things like go to the Chelsea Flower Show. When I take them off (like yesterday) I write essays (or at least, do some work for them. I think "write" might be a bit of an exaggeration). And because I've had to do this quite a lot - odd days for essays, a week for Moldova, just over a week in September to go away and write my dissertation - it means that, between October this year and March next year when my leave year ends, I have the grand total of 7 days (count 'em!) annual leave. Which includes any time I might want to take over Christmas over and above the bank holidays. *Sigh* I can't wait till next year - from April to September-ish, apart from (possibly) PhD interviews I can use my annual leave to do normal things like go on holiday. That'll be a novelty.
Anyway, yesterday I was planning (inspired by Smudgie) to go to Aqua-Aerobics in the evening to make a change from the gym. But my friend emailed me, she is doing an MA and has to write an essay this weekend too, and she is nearly as good (or should that be bad) as me at procrastinating. So I went for a drink with her instead. Oops.
I stood on the scales this morning, as I think it's about time my weekly weight confessional started again. Last night's drinking and not leaping about in the pool with random rubber floating things didn't seem to do too much damage - 74.5kg. Still too much (I was 65kg a few years back, but I'd be happy if I can get myself back under 70). In old money, that means I want to lose a stone-stone and a half. It's really frustrating - I'm doing more exercise than I've ever done in my life, and have been doing it consistently (and even enjoying it) since March, but the weight isn't shifting at all, my blood pressure isn't great (family history) and my resting heart rate is too fast. The only way I was able to get the BP and HR down before was to go below 11 stone, so it looks like I'm going to have to take the d**t a bit more seriously. Great. Essays AND no chocolate. What a marvellous life I lead.