Sunday and it’s a slow start with a coffee in bed before starting out on the day. Before anything else comes the Sunday weigh in. I step onto the scales and hope for the best. I look down and see 96.0 kilos on the display. It is a decrease from last week, but I am vaguely disappointed. I had hoped to see 59 something but it is proving difficult to lose the weight as quickly as I could when I could train flat out in sessions. This careful training that I am doing to try and avoid passing blood afterwards is limiting my ability to shed weight quickly. Patience is indeed the ability to deal with things when they do not go to plan. I just need to preserver (that’s Rockets job) and to keep looking at what I can do to adapt and how I can be creative in finding new ways to keep fit, lose weight and maintain my strength.

I make a fried egg sandwich for breakfast and get myself ready to take my partner and eldest daughter to the gym. I drop them off and then go shopping. I find disposable turkey baking tins, which are a real boon to our Christmas plans that include a traveling Christmas dinner. I return to the gym and indulge in a hot chocolate while I wait for my family to finish their work outs. We drive home and I squirrel away some of the shopping and get ready to watch another knockout world cup football match. I watch as France beat Poland 3-1 and then set about some chores. I order my monthly drugs and refill my drugs wallets for the coming two weeks. There is just about time for dinner before I settle down to watch England take on Senegal in their first knock out match of the world cup.

England win 3-0. Now for France. Just before the end of the match my partner gets a call to tell her that her mother has had another of one of her turns, so my partner and her brother have gone to see her and to wait for the ambulance. I tidy what I can and then prepare for tomorrow in the hope that things go well. While I wait for news I watch a film and draft the blog.