Well today it should be a stab day at the GP but due to a cranky unconscious, or prankster pixies, I contrived not to make the appointment. So, having missed the gym yesterday, I plunged into an early morning bath and dashed down the road to the GP surgery to admit to my omission and begged an appointment. The receptionist took to me kindly and booked me in for the afternoon. I returned home and spent the morning rereading the evidence for the therapeutic community review I am doing in Oxford tomorrow. I also tinkered with the idea of driving down tonight and booking into a hotel. After casting around the oxford area and finding the most expensive hotels were the ones near the service I am visiting I decided to make the effort in the morning and drive down. I had odd moments of feeding that I recorded in my new food journal.

This is the first day of changing my diet to cut out refined sugar and some carbohydrates and to increase my water and fruit juice intake. I might even restart making fruit smoothies, which explains why there is now cartons of orange juice and coconut water in the fridge.

So my morning went by quickly and before I knew it, it was time to go to the GP for the stabbing. I arrived with 3 minutes to spare and was soon called in. The drug is thick and there is a lot of it so it takes little while to push into my gut fat. This nurse did it very painlessly and relatively quickly. I guess the soreness will get to me over the next couple of days, it usually does. I booked the next jab session and wandered off to the village cafe to have a bacon baguette and coffee. While there I booked Thursdays train tickets and planned other bits and pieces I needed to think about.

Home and I pick up the post, which includes the Leicester Tigers bid to get me to renew my session ticket. They are trying to woo me with a same price as this season, I am not surprised the way they are playing. On Saturday the ground was almost half empty despite the clubs claim that there was 18, 000 there. They just count all session ticket holders and add on the tickets sold, the number that turn up is very different. I suspect my partner and I will think carefully about what we will do.

My partner returns home early from work and we talk about my new diet reductions before she goes off to cook tea. Tonight I shall get ready for my drive to Oxford tomorrow morning, so its early to bed for me tonight.

I realise I’ve only got 7 days before we go to Spain and at least three of those days are spoken for in terms of work. All of a sudden I realise that I am not as organised as I could be but I’m guessing it will all be fine, after all how many clothes can it take to survive a single week? I think all the other bases are covered.