Life isn’t bad by any means, but over the last week or so life has become somewhat focused on poo – specifically whether Newton has done one, what consistency it was and where it was ‘deposited’. We have a Newton group chat so we can give various updates while my sister and her partner are at work, which has occasionally been used to share things such as a video of Newton being able to jump on the sofa for the first time. Mostly though, it’s just poop. That’s what life is now. It’s well worth it though, because his cuteness is reaching critical levels. I may actually explode.
Today, I feel good. Actually I feel fantastic, because I genuinely feel (with no having to force it) like I can and absolutely WILL hit my target. When I’ve tried to get myself back on plan for, ooh, the whole of this year, I’ve felt in the back of my mind that it was only temporary, that the cravings were just waiting in the background for the first signs of weakness. Talk about a self fulfilling prophecy.
This week I’ve got my patience back. I’ve relearned to accept that these things take time and maybe I’m not going to get huge losses like I’ve been used to in the past. I’m now willing to accept consistency. As long as I have a loss each week, I will be grateful for that, and little by little, a little will become a lot.
I’m entirely sure that this week there will be no Sunday takeaway, because I’m sick of being a slave to my cravings. I was doing fine until I got back into the habit of eating rubbish – I didn’t eat ice cream or pizza for months and months and wasn’t the slightest bit bothered. I can get back to that state of mind, and now the weather is getting distinctly chilly it’s the perfect time to do it. It’s way too cold for ice cream!
Over the last few days I’ve been immensely enjoying Newton’s company. His personality is coming out more and more each day, and he has me wrapped around his little finger. I got told off yesterday for sitting in his favourite spot on the sofa.
He actually barked at me because he wanted my seat!
Now we are in October, that also means it’s Inktober, which I dabbled with in 2017. You are supposed to do an ink drawing every day of the month, but I gave up after day 5.
This year I’m doing birdtober, and I doubt I’ll chuck it in this time around because I’m enjoying myself too much. I only found out about it on the 2nd but I caught up straight away.
Today’s offering is a little more rough and ready, but I’m getting better at being ok with that. Last night at work I had unexpected training, and since I smashed the theory part and finished quite a long time before anyone else, rather than just stare at the walls I sketched out an oriole on a bit of scrap paper. I gave him a little colour this evening.
Oh, I also smashed the practical with zero faults. It wasn’t hard but still, it’s nice to have a perfect little moment!
I also went into work early on Wednesday, for free and on purpose. Our Union rep, who is also in charge of lifelong learning, suggested getting a gardening group together. I’d love to learn more about gardening in order to improve our own garden, but don’t know where to start.
The big bosses have agreed that we can use any spare green areas on site and has also agreed to give us a small budget for tools and supplies.
Others in the group are day shift people I don’t know (yet) with some experienced gardeners to tell the rest of us what to do. We can do as little or as much as we like and I’m really looking forward to it. I’m currently encouraging the implementation of many bird feeders and boxes, and there’s a lovely lady I met who wants to come charity shop hopping with me. The Union rep told me we’d get on, and he wasn’t wrong!
Although life has been great I’ve been feeling especially sleepy this week, so I’ve spent most of today actually asleep. Who is this sensible person I’ve become? As a result though, I’m a bit behind and really should finish cooking my dinner.
Thanks for reading,