Wednesday, May 19, 2004
For once I'm sitting in front of the computer and I'm OK.
I'm not agonising over the size of my thighs, fretting over the lack of wedding accessories or utterly despondent at the general state of my skin. Life is good. It could be because of the "heat wave" we've had for the last few days - 70 degrees F, practically tropical! - or because I've had a unusually successful, though expensive, run of shopping.
I'm so relieved. I thought I was going to be in a constant state of panic for the rest of my life.
All of the "issues" that were plaguing my state of mind are slowly falling away. The "torture" that Pat the trainer has devised for me seems to be working. I go to the gym and I don't even feel like eating afterwards, though the not eating thing is probably more of a function of NOT BEING ABLE TO MOVE. The toning and tightening of the body has lead me to be able to fit into a dress that I can wear at the late reception (score!!).
Three shopping trips in four days have produced two pairs of shoes (Carrie Bradshaw in the making!) a matching necklace and bracelet and the aforementioned dress. There was some shirt buying in the shopping mêlée, but it was for work and doesn't count. The skin situation is still a bit bleak but I'm coping.
So of my list of goals I'm doing pretty well. I still have some earrings to buy (not a big deal) and maybe another dress (not a necessity) but I think the worst of it is over. Jo's coming to visit in a few weeks so we'll hopefully tackle the outstanding chores.
Which brings us to the only real source of unrest in my life (excluding work, but lets not ruin a good blog) - the house. We were supposed to move TWO WEEKS ago. I should be shifting through boxes trying to find my underwear. Instead I sit by the phone eagerly awaiting the "Thunderbirds GO!" First there was the extra mine search our buyer's mortgage company required. Yes, I said mines, as in coal. Worsley was a big mining area at the turn of the century and the lender needed to make sure the house didn't collapse into a hole. Now our vendor is holding up the works because the estate selling his house lost the deed. As a result of these little legal snags, I can't tell Jo where she'll be staying. Possibly in a hotel?
So as I eat my ice lollie (Popsicle to those Americans reading) I feel as though everything is coming together. Our friends are dropping me emails about how they're looking forward to the wedding. Giles and I had a few glasses of wine and agreed on the music for the reception - a bit heavy on the eighties, but I concede it was a good music decade. The invitations are all sorted and we're even started to receive emails about wedding gifts that our guests are purchasing. Of course, crystal Chablis glasses are of no use if you have no house to keep them in!
I'm not agonising over the size of my thighs, fretting over the lack of wedding accessories or utterly despondent at the general state of my skin. Life is good. It could be because of the "heat wave" we've had for the last few days - 70 degrees F, practically tropical! - or because I've had a unusually successful, though expensive, run of shopping.
I'm so relieved. I thought I was going to be in a constant state of panic for the rest of my life.
All of the "issues" that were plaguing my state of mind are slowly falling away. The "torture" that Pat the trainer has devised for me seems to be working. I go to the gym and I don't even feel like eating afterwards, though the not eating thing is probably more of a function of NOT BEING ABLE TO MOVE. The toning and tightening of the body has lead me to be able to fit into a dress that I can wear at the late reception (score!!).
Three shopping trips in four days have produced two pairs of shoes (Carrie Bradshaw in the making!) a matching necklace and bracelet and the aforementioned dress. There was some shirt buying in the shopping mêlée, but it was for work and doesn't count. The skin situation is still a bit bleak but I'm coping.
So of my list of goals I'm doing pretty well. I still have some earrings to buy (not a big deal) and maybe another dress (not a necessity) but I think the worst of it is over. Jo's coming to visit in a few weeks so we'll hopefully tackle the outstanding chores.
Which brings us to the only real source of unrest in my life (excluding work, but lets not ruin a good blog) - the house. We were supposed to move TWO WEEKS ago. I should be shifting through boxes trying to find my underwear. Instead I sit by the phone eagerly awaiting the "Thunderbirds GO!" First there was the extra mine search our buyer's mortgage company required. Yes, I said mines, as in coal. Worsley was a big mining area at the turn of the century and the lender needed to make sure the house didn't collapse into a hole. Now our vendor is holding up the works because the estate selling his house lost the deed. As a result of these little legal snags, I can't tell Jo where she'll be staying. Possibly in a hotel?
So as I eat my ice lollie (Popsicle to those Americans reading) I feel as though everything is coming together. Our friends are dropping me emails about how they're looking forward to the wedding. Giles and I had a few glasses of wine and agreed on the music for the reception - a bit heavy on the eighties, but I concede it was a good music decade. The invitations are all sorted and we're even started to receive emails about wedding gifts that our guests are purchasing. Of course, crystal Chablis glasses are of no use if you have no house to keep them in!
