Early Start to the most Depressing Day of the Year…?

Early Start to the most Depressing Day of the Year…?

Well, my plan to be up and at them early was a destined for failure – the alarm went off at just before 6am, and we turned it off. It then went off at 7am, and I fell back to sleep – sooooooo we woke up at 8.15 am knowing we were already late off the blocks. Oh dear.

Hubby went to make the tea and I logged on to begin my day, I am privileged in that I can for much of the time work from home – but that is wonderful and flexible, however it works both ways – if I can get up early and get all my work done plus fit in other things then great, if I don’t and I am still working at 9pm – then that’s my own fault/responsibility and therefore just tough. So I did start with reading a long and not very exciting document and making notes for the call to discuss approach – and hubby did drop a cup of tea next to me :)

I also saw on good old Facebook that today is allegedly the most depressing day of the year, doesn’t feel quite that bad surely? Having decided I’m just not that fed up, I helped myself to a quick banana and second cup of tea at about 9am, and continued to plough through – I had been momentarily distracted by remembering one of the reasons I wanted to get up early was that there is a parcel at the Post Office I need to collect – damn – that is now a job for tomorrow. Also, Henry let himself into Lottie (our daughters) room and stole a teddy which I had to chase him to return to its rightful place. Our daughter doesn’t live with us anymore as she is nearly 26, but she does still have a room that is considered hers full of many girlie treasures, she sometimes stays and if possible, Henry likes to sneak in there and leave a nice reminder of how much he loves her in the form of moving said treasures around, slippers, socks, underwear and teddies are his personal favorites…..

Anyhoo – I worked solidly till lunchtime, then rushed the hounds round for a walk, and ate spaghetti hoops on my HEB of toast, with spread on my toast (2 syns), some swede (don’t ask, it was left over from yesterday so despite not really going with spaghetti it was thrown on as part of my SF), and followed by an apple, and a curly wurly (6 syns of choccyness. It is unfortunately the week leading to * week, so choccy craving going on. Normally would rather a plate of roast tatties J):

When I got back from a very chilly dog walk, I lit the log burner as I was shivering and my hands were icy. So then a couple of hours working and feeding the burner with logs as required followed.

Early evening saw me cook a chicken and pea risotto, and a big salad – it was very delicious and made a change, we don’t often have risotto, not sure why:

After Christmas, as well as publicly stating my objectives for Jan, Feb and Mar on here, I also decided that I would do the same as my SW Consultant (Liz) – and re-do all my body magic awards from scratch – so I have been filling in the FitLog on the SW website all week too – started, of course, with bronze. I measured everything manually last time, and I have to say, it’s more fun on line.

So duties carried out, SW website updated and syns calculated on my food diary for the day, I planned tomorrows food and made myself take poor hard done by Henry out for a short second walk (he is not the slightest hard done by so I have no idea how he manages to guilt trip me into these things. Both dogs have constant access during the day to the garden, and get walked for at least an hour – but guilt trip me with his soppy big chocolate chops he did, so out we went – here is his ‘you really don’t know how sad my life is face’:

 Sensibly Harry yawned at me and stayed put:

Then I really was chilly so I warmed up with an apple and cinnamon tea, and read my SW magazine for a bit of inspiration, and, had a quick squint at my personal email address – where I found a lovely Groupon offer for the London Motor Museum – now I couldn’t really give a fig about that, but I knew my hubby would love it – so in a very naughty moment I bought discount tickets so we can go (please please please let there be a coffee shop for slightly bored wives feigning interest???). Hubby was needless to say a happy chappy when I told him, so it’s all good.

My evening was comfy but dull, so I won’t bore you any more – I had an options meaning a total of 9.5 syns today, and settled down knowing apparently the most depressing day of the year is now nearly over, for all of us – hope you had a good journey today J x