Good news:
I had my bp done today and it's 120/80!!!! OK, that's with meds but it was 211/191 when first detected and has been much higher, even on the meds, so the weightloss is helping.
I had my bloods taken too for Us and Es (planned) and fats and cholesterol (offered by nurse) by a nurse who appeared to take me seriously!
Bad news:
I drove there - drawing my blood is a bit of a struggle, and I didn't want to have to walk 15 mins uphill home - after much driving round I found a bay to park in. On my return 20 mins later I had a parking ticket, my first ever. meh.
Asked the guy who'd given it me where the sign was and he agreed it wasn't visible, and I should appeal but he couldn't unwrite what he'd written. Sigh.
I've paid it online (cos it's £35 now but £70 if you go over 14 days) but I will be appealing. Not holding my breath, however.
Good news:
Went to the newly discovered shopping centre and found a Bonmarche with 100s of things that would fit, so have come home to plan out Spain wardrobe! Did buy one £5 in the sale top.
Went to Tesco and bought a really bright smocky thing, it's meant to be a bikini popover (yea right) but over black trousers and a silky black strappy top, it is going to look FAB at the opera. and and and and and with it being such a big, floppy thing, I've bought it in Medium!!!! I know it's a sneaky medium but even so.....
Bad news:
I'm really having to concentrate on not spending too much. Last time I lost a lot, I went a bit mad, and hit serious financial meltdown in early 2006 (the big B. but don't tell anyone. and it was mostly the result of bad financial advice from professionals but buying new dinky bras didn't help). I can feel myself now that my eating is controlled my splurging personality is trying to burst through my wallet.
Good news:
When I got home my gynae appointment had arrived, for next Wednesday.
Bad news:
It's quick, because my symptoms (return of TOM after 2 years absence, had previously been missing presumed menopause) trigger a quick response, and I'm grateful - but scared too. Fancy losing all this weight to die of some hideous female condition.....
Good news:
When I got home my new trousers had arrived.
Bad news:
They're not what I thought they were. I've yet to try them on but think they will be cursed with droop-gusset.
Bad news:
I fell into a plate of hot roast ham when I got in.
Good news:
I seem to have some sort of internal governor (finally!) like the things that stop vans going too fast on the motorway, so my splurge meal had - weight for it - 450 calories in it!
So is it a good news day or a bad news day?
The jury's still out.....