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Date: 30 November 2007 19:50:54
Life feels like hard work at the moment. Well, actually, w*rk feels like hard work at the moment. Somehow I seem to be working hard and yet the tasks are still stacking up, and my lovely kind colleague takes more stuff on, and I wonder how on earth she does it, and whether everyone secretly thinks I'm a waste of a researcher's salary ... And everyone is whingeing about how they want more of a challenge, and I really don't care - I just want to do a fair day's work for a fair day's pay, and keep my head down.
And of course, actually I don't really want to be at w*rk at all - I'd much rather be on maternity leave. But doing what comes naturally doesn't come to me, and between here and my hopes of being a mum looms the prospect of Surgery. And it scares the crap out of me. Due to my talent for procrastination, and my local hospital's apparent inability to organise a drunken party in a beer factory, I haven't actually been seen at the clinic yet, and am bracing myself for the inevitable 'You really should lose weight first.'*. Four stone will get me light enough for my BMI to scrape into the 'overweight' rather than 'obese' category. Four stone. Fifty-six pounds. And I have a tendency to eat for comfort when I'm sad, angry or worried.
* Dontcha love the way doctors always raise the weight issue as if it was very simple and you are clearly very dense - 'Did you realise you're rather overweight? And this may surprise you, but if you eat much less and take more exercise, you can lose weight. Chips and chocolate are high-er in cal-or-ies than apples and carrots. You just need to lose six stone or so. Off you go.'
Well, I warned you in the post title. I promise my next post will include one or more of the following:
- The first instalment of my life history,
- Some of my thoughts on clothes shopping,
- A joke.