January. It's been interesting cycling around West Ealing in the morning. I lost the feeling in both feet and in my thumbs at one point, despite two pairs of gloves and three pairs of socks. Super.
We went back to school on the 4th, and I've been running around like a maniac since then, what with all the SENCO-ing and the teaching and the looking after children and the knitting and the sewing and the exercising and the mental dieting and all sorts.
The mental dieting is actually going quite well. I'm mostly not hungry, until it gets to about 4:30/5, at which point it gets a bit much and I end up eating celery until I feel better. Unfortunately, celery can't really replace, I don't know, bread, pasta, rice, chocolate, sweets, biscuits, shortbread, alcohol, fruit juice, sausages or crisps, but I'm eating a lot of it, and sometimes I even have some homemade hummus or low fat guacamole, so I get my treats! I don't hate it and it is working, I've lost nearly 9 pounds and about an inch off my entire body, so I'm sticking with it for a bit longer. It's not sustainable, I know that, and it goes against the whole healthy eating, real food philosophy, but, fuck it, I want to be slim, and this is the easiest way to do it. Who knew that practically no food and all the exercise would lead to massive weight loss?
I'm sure next week will be better. If all else fails, there's always beating people around the head and brushing my hair endlessly.