Today I made the executive decision to spend most of the day in bed. My reasoning behind this is that I am so scared, and I really mean utterly terrified at the prospect of having teeth out tomorrow, that I figured at least if I’m asleep I can’t dwell on it.
In between naps I did do my 10,000 steps, so that’s good, and I’ll be getting up early tomorrow to get some in before my appointment. Apparently I have to rest once it’s done, but nothing is going to stand between me and my goals (in this case doing 70,000 steps at least per week) so I have to do what I can when I can. I see no reason I shouldn’t be able to wander around the living room at my leisure, hopefully I won’t be in that much pain (fingers crossed).
Tomorrow I’m really looking forward to breakfast because I’ve been told in no uncertain terms that I MUST eat before the procedure, so I’ve taken that to heart and planned an epic Slimming World and vegan friendly cooked breakfast. So I can’t wait for that part! And I have ingredients for syn free and easy soups for the rest of the day, just in case I can’t manage solids.
Today I am feeling glad that I didn’t indulge in any alcohol last night, not that I wanted to. I feel that I’m pretty much done with alcohol, mostly because I don’t enjoy it any more! I drink so infrequently that when I do I lose track of what I’ve had and go completely overboard, plus I’ve learned that you can even go clubbing and have fun without drinking.
Although I didn’t even go out for New Year’s Eve I did feel like dressing up, particularly because I have a really nice dress I never had reason to wear. I couldn’t be bothered to do my hair properly though.
Five minutes later I got bored of being dressed up, plus it was too cold for mesh, so I quickly changed back into my jim jams and had an early night. That’s the way to do it!
On the subject of alcohol, a friend at work said something really profound to me when I was still suffering with my Christmas hangover. He said I feel so bad because drinking is just ‘borrowing the happiness from another day’. How absolutely true is that? And the same goes for food. I could demolish the vegan tiffin selection box in the kitchen, but I’m just borrowing the happiness from my future. That momentary pleasure comes at a price – feeling bad about myself the next day and possibly giving myself sinister health problems at some point.
whilst I was flicking through Twitter today I came across an account that I’d completely forgotten about, one to challenge people to walk 1000 miles in 2017. I gave up tracking pretty early on in the year, purely because I knew I’d do it easily. This was however a good reminder to see how I did do, and although I can’t remember the exact figure it was over 2100. And that’s not even counting all the times I forgot to wear my Fitbit or it was on charge. This year I hope to beat that figure, so I’ll add that to my goals page. I’m very proud of that figure though!
I just can’t wait to get tomorrow over with then I can really start to get excited about this freshest of fresh starts.
I’ll let you know how I get on!