Well, I have to admit defeat and realise that I won't be posting for a few days!! How will I cope?!
The packers come tomorrow and the house looks like a bomb has hit it - literally. I cancelled a business meeting (NOT very popular), I have put my volunteering on hold (have to admit I can't do it all) and I am busy doing all those last minute activities (including getting some window samples removed - we had a full-sized window in our sitting room for two weeks).
The good thing is that I rang the gym about their 7-day offer, which ends today; of course, I hadn't managed to get there this week. What was I thinking? Anyway, they have agreed to let me try the gym in the next two weeks so I have agreed to pick up the pass on Monday after work. This is progress! So, I haven't made it to the gym but like British Rail (showing my age), I'm 'getting there'.
We move into the B&B on Saturday, so tomorrow night we will be without a TV for the football so we need to find a pub. Well, let me rephrase that; we don't NEED to - we could listen to it via the laptop! But I'd like to see Beckham play. Sad, I know.
Tomorrow will test my resolve; after managing the packers, the old me would have been more than happy to meet the husband for a few cheeky beers (bottled, not pints!) and enjoy the footie. Followed by a curry. Never mind, water is just fine. We are leaving the sofa bed in the house (I don't think we'll get it down the stairs again), which will give us the flexibility to come back and live upstairs in a couple of months' time, if we need to (budget constraints, etc). So Friday night, we will be sleeping in an empty house on the sofa bed.
On Saturday evening we are heading into London for a very special occasion (for another time), which is inconvenient but it will be fun, nonetheless.
On Sunday we will probably move the rest of our stuff into the B&B and then get ready for our open house!! The forecast is rain so rather than people milling around in the garden, we will all be in the house...with nothing to sit on!! You have to laugh.
Back to work on Monday with a long walk - the B&B is on the edge of town at the top of a long hill (am getting ready to test it out) and then the gym! It's exciting - I've got to feel positive - although I am nervous about the next 36 hours to be honest. I fear I may be up tonight until very late.
Food-wise, it's been 80% there. Well, maybe 90%. The late nights finally caught up with me last night and I ate some crisps. Salt and vinegar, if you're interested. I know, I know, I know, I know!! My husband asked me to review some documentation and it was SO late and I was SO tired - same old, same old. Anyway, more progress of sorts, I have told him UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES can he buy me any more crisps. Absolutely NOT! I have had several cups of tea with milk - again, it's tiredness and being totally overwhelmed.
I am finding it tough, though. At times like this, I really can see the role that food played in my life. When we moved out of London, we stopped cooking a couple of weeks beforehand so that we could enjoy our favourite haunts 'for the last time'! This time, it's so different. Eating out just isn't an option right now - sorry, still can't face rocking up, waving a soup pack and saying this is what I'd like, please! And every time I need a break (from packing/sorting), I know I can't eat. Full stop. But in the past, I would have done, regardless of whether I was hungry or not. I'm not hungry now but I could eat. Really I could but it's all because it's another way of procrastinating and avoiding this.
I have to face up to the fact that this is an extraordinary period for us; we are both in new jobs, both tired and not only are we moving but we are (well, I am!!) organising a big building project. We've never done anything like this before and it's all unknown. And that's without thinking about whether we can do IVF in a couple of months' time or not. We are waiting for the results.
Crisps and cups of tea aside, I have stuck to the foodpacks. And I am determined to do so in the next few days.
Wish me luck, friends from Rehab for Fatties (that just made me laugh!) and I will be back in touch on Monday.
I hope you all have a lovely weekend and please think of me, NOT losing the plot and wondering what the hell I have done!!!