Sunday, I wake late thinking Chinchilla and go and weigh myself. I am 0.5 kilos lighter this week at 97.5 kilos. I am surprised but I’m content with this. I think I am settling for keeping my weight stable rather than constantly reducing. When I was reducing down before I was able to train hard, however if I train that hard now I piss blood so there has to be some moderation. I also haven’t cut out all treats like, there needs to be some pleasures in life and for me sweet things are one of them.

I and my partner have coffee in bed and then we get up and make our respective breakfasts. We then make our Sunday face time call to our youngest daughter, who is now 27 weeks pregnant. Its a long chat as we bring each other to speed with what is going on in the respective households as there is much going in both. Preparing for a new baby to arrive, readying the house, managing a recovering grandparent and keeping track of my sisters estate are just a few of the things going on. At the end of the call my partner gets ready to go to the gym intending to drop off a birthday present for our two year old grand niece.

Of course once my partner goes off to the gym I set about mending the under unit kitchen lighting. I run through the usual checks and in the end conclude that it is the actual light housing that is no longer functional. No alternative to going to the local Wickes to pick up a replacement housing. I drive to Wickes clutching the body of the dead light. Once at the store I search the lighting shelves and find the modern equivalent of my dead light. Unfortunately the size I want will not fit the cabinet I want to fix it under s.o I have to look for an alternative, As Wickes do their own version I get two of them and return home with them. I test the replacement before fixing it in place, All goes well and son there is illumination under my previously dark kitchen cabinet, Once again the work surface is fully illuminated. I pack my tools away and settle down to watch international women’s rugby. Wales get turned over by the French as expected. I switch to watching the FA cup semi final. Its couch living, I know and my only excuse is that I have a busy week in front of me.

My couch living goes on into the evening which includes a meal, coffee adn chocolate. I get too full of sweet stuff (I have my limits), and go into the kitchen to clear it. I spend time clearing the kitchen and getting it morning ready before I return to Murder in the First and then meander towards my bed via my meds. I’ve a busy week ahead of me so as always when faced with a busy week I batten down the hatches, watch my diet after a weekend of indulgence and then train hard, write lots and move forward. There is lots of death and illness washing around at the moment and I wonder just how much I have soaked up and made me wonder more about my own situation.