pissed offSo, how am I doing? Pretty well, I think. I'm definitely improving day by day. The scalding feeling is subsiding now as well, and the only thing that bothers me is my foot that still feels numb and just feels like a great big lump of ice stuck at the end of my leg, that doesn't always want to follow the instructions my brain gives it. However, I have no reason to assume that this will be a permanent condition. Give it a couple more weeks, and it should be fine. Well, that's what I'm hoping for, anyway.
What else? oh yes -- I've given up the hope of ever being slim again, and staying that way. Time was when I would come out of winter having put on a bit of weight around the thigh and belly area, and watching my intake for 6 weeks would sort me out for the rest of the warmer season. These days though, I seem to be putting weight on all over the place, not just belly and thigh, but boobs and stomach as well. Perhaps it's the age thing coming into it...I don't know; but the way I'm going, I shouldn't wonder if 10 years from now, I should be a size 20. I hope not, but like I said: I shouldn't wonder.
And although I'm pleased that Sian and Russell have won the sympathy vote (take that, Stewart Copeland!), I can't help feeling that the scousers were robbed last night in the Just The Two Of Us-finale.
