Just when I thought I was getting my head around the new routine at home, As I was getting to grips with life. It all gets churned around again. I was expecting to be spending this week relaxing with Steve and the boy, having a leisurely half term. Instead I am now home alone with the boy and Steve is in London everyday.

Don’t get me wrong on the one hand this is great news and just what we need to hopefully pull us out of the pickle we are in, It will obviously make our life better. But on the other we are going back to the early morning commutes and the evenings will be a mash because I will have to give the boy his tea before I pick Steve up.

So you see it causes some niggles. Most of which we can deal with practically.

My main issue is the poxy dieting, I want to start getting back on track and I thought I was making progress. But then this morning I have woken up starving and after being in the car for an
hour & half. I ended up making flapjack to have with my coffee. This week is particularly hard to keep on track with the boy home for half term.

But my main concern is dinner, I’m back to that do I eat with the boy or wait until 8ish when Steve is home and eat with him, on Saturday night we went out for a meal and we didn’t actually eat until half 8. Which would of been fine if I hadn’t of had a cheese sandwich and some crisps before we left . Even now as I’m typing this and just after having the flapjack and I still thinking about food, and contemplating having toast/brunch early.

Oh to add to the confusion there will also be some days when I will eat earlier with the boy, because Steve will be staying in London again. (I wonder if the reason I am melancholy today is because I can’t get my head around my eating plan) I’m not in a place to just say sod it i will eat as and when I need to. I need to have the times and. General principles set in place otherwise I will just eat constantly.

So there you have where I am at, at mo! Early starts longer days, disruptive eating pattern oh and a lame horse still…. Not as lame but still lame.