Days 57 - 59

On Friday, as soon as boyfriend left to go away for the weekend I decided to go out and do something useful so I went out shopping. As anyone who knows me personally or reads this blog regularly will know, I absolutely hate shopping, but I've been after some smart-ish clothes to wear when I go and see new clients because turning up with ill fitting jeans and battered sneakers doesn't exactly inspire feelings of trust. I found a good cheap pair of trousers a few days ago which are a little tight on me at the moment but quite wearable and I already have a few plain, nondescript tops I can wear but my main problem is shoes. I have really wide feet, always have had and also my taste in shoes is a bit over-the-top to put it mildly. My favourite shoes are bright (almost neon) lime green, huge, chunky, Swear-Alt trainer/boots and apart from a pair of 7 year old olive green and orange sneakers, the rest of my footwear collection is pretty outlandish too. What I need to find is something simple, flat and comfy, in an extra wide fit and are suitable for a couple of miles of walking (so no slip-ons and no pointed toes) but don't look like 'granny shoes'. I quite fancy red or dark pink but anything will do really as long as they are affordable on my tight budget and not too hideous. But can I find anything suitable? Can I heck!! I came home with some Chas and Dave records and rather nice sleeveless blouse that will hopefully fit me when I reach my goal weight from a charity shop, and few other bits and bobs, but no shoes. Ah well, at least I can have a proper cockney knees up now if I want to....

Saturday was a day of pointless shopping, feeling rubbish and horrible cheating, I don't know if the cheating caused the feeling rubbish or the other way around but I did eat a fair amount (although no carbs!) and my digestive system went completely crazy in the evening, to the point that I had been a bit scared to go to bed and be on a different floor from the toilet!

The afternoon hadn't been too bad though. I had spent a couple of slightly nostalgic hours at East Street market, just around the corner from where I used to live in Camberwell. It's a great market, really cheap and cheerful with loads of different types of stalls. I actually found one pair of little red ankle boots that I rather liked, they looked foot shaped and comfy. The guy only had 1 pair left, they were about my size and they were only £5 so I tried them on. Unfortunately, they were just a little bit too small for me, they were a bit tight width-wise and I could feel my toe touching the end of the shoe. It didn't feel too bad but I knew it would become very uncomfortable after a bit of walking so I left them and stomped off bemoaning the difficulty of buying half sizes.

Much later that evening, while I was laying in bed, drifting off to sleep, I realised that on both Friday and Saturday, I'd only had 2 CD meals! What a fool! No wonder I'd succumbed to food so easily on Saturday. It was the same sort of food as last time, red meat and dark green vegetables. I'm still having my terrible TOTM problems and had decided it was probably an OK thing to do. I'll just have to be more careful really because I find once I have allowed myself food, it's hard to stop again and after my recent weight-loss progress, I really don't want to mess this up.

This morning (Sunday) I woke up at about 5am after a glorious 8 hour sleep, the first one in weeks, feeling like a different person. It's the first time I had felt like I'd actually had enough sleep in a long time and also my stomach had settled right down, so all in all, I've had a fairly restful day. After going out walking 2 days in a row, my bad knee is so bad that every time I have to walk anywhere, even across the room, I want to cry! For some reason my normally good knee is really hurting too which is like adding insult to injury really. I'm back on track with he CD though and my ketosis is still going strong