Right nostrilled???

I reckon that's what I am. Like being right handed, you know? I have only just discovered it recently. Just as my left hand is not as dexterous (no surprise, since dexterous literally means "right handed") my left nostril is either lazy or just plain no good at its job. When I was running in the cold this week, the right nostril was the one that was dripping off my face. Lefty? Doing sweet Fanny Adams! And it's the same when I eat a hot curry. The right side of my nose goes into overdrive, and the left hibernates. Go figure. All I can say is that I don't tend to carry hankies when I run. The left sleeve of my running jacket is a tad crusty this week :-)

My birthday meal on Wednesday night was very rich. I did indeed end up having the mixed grill, with chips. I had strawberrry pavlova for dessert, with a little cream though, instead of sticky toffee pudding. I can't be too sure exactly how many calories I consummed, but I guesstimate at about 2000 for the whole meal :-) Phew! And I feel no guilt whatsoever. I deserve a wee treat. I've been bloody good for months! Anyway, it was just one meal, one special occasion. If I can learn to do it, then draw a line under it, I could happily live my life like that. It's when I start to let myself feel entitled to these treats on a regular basis that I get in to trouble. Not a problem at the moment though, while I'm so zoneified! I ran six miles on the day of the treat, and three more the morning after. I genuinely think that the deficit should be well taken care of.

Post birthday run. Runner's high!

I weighed myself this morning, the first sneak peek of the week. Result? 162.2lb. Which is heavy. It could be one of many things. I took yet another early period. Only twenty-three days since the end of the last one. I'm still keeping an eye on that. If it was weight loss related, I'd normally stop having periods. So it really could be the onset of menopause symptoms. I've done okay. I've got to forty-eight without even thinking about it, so if that's what it is, I've no complaints. Well, unless if fecks with my weight loss. Then I'll gurn about it a lot! 

There's always also the chance that I weighed artificially light last week. I tend to do that on the week prior to my period. And I didn't realize I was so periody when I weighed last Sunday. As well as that, the heavy meal on Wednesday could have had an effect. I know that on balance I've done okay for staying within allowance this week. I ran five times in total, so I more than earned the calories, but who knows what the old body has decided to do, now that I've thrown it a bit out of its routine.

Whatever the case may be, I can't believe I've hit a time when 162 is a heavy day! That in itself is something to be grateful for. Seriously. If I weigh heavy in the morning, I need to keep that in mind. Yes, of course I want to lose and get into the 150s, even if only by half a pound, and if I don't, it's hard not to think of it as a wasted weigh in, but if that is the case, think about it Terry! 160 anything is not a heavy weight for you! Very far from it. And so long as I know I've done nothing wrong, I'm still on track and not starting one of my slippery slopes, then it'll even itself up in a week, or two.

So that's my philosphical take on today's, slightly heavier than I'd have liked, sneak peek.

I finally measured my bust this morning. Nearly all of my bras are the wrong size. They are all massive on me. Ah, my poor, ever decreasing boobies! It's very sad for them. I remember a day when a 42EE was the order of the day! Now? Well, according to self measurements, a la instructions on t'interweb, I should be a 36C. This is as yet untested. I'm going to buy one today, and see how I get on. I bought a nice wee set in Edinburgh, the bra of which was a tad on the small side at the time, which now fits better, and I think I have one other that fits okayish. I really need some underwear!