It wasn't planned, it's just the way it turned out. Friday was meant to be a regular, normal day with possibly an evening down in Old Leigh with some friends to celebrate their birthday, but with me drinking water.
However, it didn't pan out that way.
All started well and the weight loss is now up to about 2 and a quarter stone, so I'm extremely happy with that. I'm starting to notice the looser clothing and today wore a suit suitable for the funeral I was attending at lunchtime. This was the first time this particular outfit had been donned for a while (since May I think) and the clothes felt as though they were hanging off me. So far, so good. Latest picture below.
But then, mid morning I had a call to attend at the local hospital in the afternoon to do the part of my job I find most upsetting; an emergency Will. This is essentially for someone who doesn't have long to live and the Will generally has to be written at the bedside. This particular lady apparently had deteriorated quickly and her ability to give instructions was in doubt. I managed to get past that bit, but then came the production of the document itself, which had it's complexities and was delayed by first a failing printer, then the ink running out and the unavailability of a second witness. It all became a bit of a race against time but we got there in the end and she was able to sign and have the peace of mind to know that her affairs were in order.
From there, I made the trek across the hospital to meet my partner who was having an emergency eye examination for something that we had been worried about and which could have been serious. Her optician and GP had felt that some discovered damage in her eye could have been caused by possibly a tumour or MS, but luckily it appears not and there is a secondary cataract which can be lasered away. What a relief!
So, with all that had gone on, we decided to wander up the road for some nibbles and then onto our friends drinks which I celebrated in the same way as everyone else; with a beer or two. Actually, it was just one as the bar was hopelessly understaffed and I was at the bar for nearly half an hour before being served. The food was the best bit though I must say and how I've missed you! We shared a Greek Platter, Breaded Deep Fried Calamari and it was bloomin' gorgeous.
I suppose this will be my challenge - after I decide that the fast has finished properly, what then? I really don't want to go back to what I was doing but the temptation is there and it will be hard, much harder I suspect than the fast itself.
Oh well, we will see.
Plus points though -
1) Several people commented on how well and good I was looking,
2) My going out clothes pleased me the most as I wore a shirt I haven't been able to get on for some time and jeans that have never ever been that comfy even if they fitted (last time I tried they wouldn't do up) were now loose.
3) I spent the evening socialising with my friends and realised that if that part of my life was denied to me, what would be the point?
Sometimes things just need to be celebrated.
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