Dentist’s chairs… 😉 At  least Dr. N. supplies a foam rubber cylinder to put under your neck now – much more comfortable! 🙂 Well, I went, I was seen, and I had my teeth attended to. The bottom lot got another going over (why is it that bottom teeth collect more tartar than the top ones? (that is not a rhetorical question, if anyone wants to answer it!)) Remember the broken screw that I mentioned? It seems that the top half (of the screw) had vibrated loose (vibrated? does my jaw vibrate? or maybe it’s the electric toothbrush… it vibrates….), but the bottom half (of the screw) was still very firmly wedged in place. 😦 Dr. N. didn’t have a drill bit small enough to drill it out without damaging the… erm… bridge? If that happens, then the whole of that part of the bridge has to be removed and sent off to be re-cast, or re-made, or something, which will take a long time and I’ll be very unhappy to have to live without it for the duration. I think… (well, c’mon! You all know I’m a totally non technical person! I’m the artistic one, remember?!) So, Dr. N. is going to try and get a smaller drill bit, and I have another appointment on my favourite youngest daughter’s Birthday in December, to have the wedged-in bit of screw drilled out and a healthy, whole and unbroken screw put in in its place 🙂 Hopefully…. 🙂 So apart from almost drowning in water from the fast drill a couple of times, and the  few squeaks and squawks I made when pieces of extra hard tartar were “encouraged” to let go of their anchorage, I came home unscathed 🙂 I don’t think he even noticed the broken tooth…. 😉

We came home, had lunch, and… guess what!! 🙂 I played Rift! I got killed… and had to wait for Julian to get home so that his character could rescue me. Somehow I seem to have got things out of whack a bit… I’m level 48, trying to get to level 50 before Thursday (I’ll get there tomorrow, most likely)… but the mobs I was battling today were level 50’s, some of them Elite (read: double tough and hard to kill)! You have five levels of “difficulty”, viz: Quests with grey names: the mobs are too weak to hurt you. Ignore them, and they’ll ignore you (unless you run into them). You don’t get experience for killing them (and remember, apart from loot, experience is really what you’re playing to get!) Quests with green names – pretty easy, mobs are around your level of experience, or lower and usually fairly easy to dispose of. You get reasonable experience and loot, but not as much as: Yellow quests. A bit harder. Mobs have about the same level of experience as you, or slightly higher. Better quality loot and more experience. Orange quests: not easy at all! My quests today were all orange ones, and the mobs were all at least two levels higher than I was. The loot is pretty good (mostly) and you get a quite lot more experience… but you also tend to die a lot, too, which can become expensive, if you make a habit of it. Red quests: I have only two things to say about these: 1. Don’t do them! and 2. You will die, full stop.

Normally I try to do Yellow quests – best value for resurrection gold 😉 but as I said, I seem to have got myself out of synch somewhere… and the quests were really a bit more than I wanted to cope with (I’m a devout coward and easily scared by large monsters!) I’ve now gone on to another area – it’s the area that I dislike the most, but the only one I can go on to, actually, unless I want to head Red Quest-ward, which I don’t.

Had enough Rift lore for the evening? 🙂 Thought so…. 😉

Weigh-in this morning was very pleasing… 🙂 I have finally broken the 122kg barrier and have arrived at 121.8kg! I hope that tomorrow goes as well as this morning did (but it probably won’t, knowing my luck, or lack thereof!) Stay tuned, and find out! 🙂

I went to the hairdresser today for a trim/cut, and was most surprised when my usual guy wasn’t there, and a completely new and unknown young lady presented herself to me, telling me that she’d be doing my hair for me today. When I asked where my usual guy was I was told that he no longer worked there! I was most taken aback, discombobulated and a trifle discomforted. A second person (the one who ended up cutting my hair, and actually doing a pretty good job of it, but I haven’t a clue what her name was – why do so many people mutter these days? (or am I just getting old and deaf!))(don’t answer that last bit! It was rhetorical!) Anyway, by this time there were three anxious ladies grouped about me – and one said “Oh, but [insert name that I didn’t catch here] said she called you and explained things to you!”. I countered with the fact that I hadn’t received a phone call from anyone there, and in fact hadn’t even had the usual SMS reminder over the weekend about my appointment. In the mirror in front of me I saw glances of consternation exchanged between the three of them. Then one of them shrugged and moved off, and I was escorted to the basins to have my hair shampooed by the youngest of the trio. Nothing else was said either to me, or in front of me, on the subject of the missing gentleman, though I have no doubt that heated words were later exchanged in the back room… probably about the missing reminder SMS! 🙂 Oh, I did ask if they knew where he’d gone, but as I expected, I was diplomatically told that they didn’t know. Well, I guess you can’t really expect them to spruik another hairdressing establishment from their own salon… 🙂 Anyway, I think I’ve chased him down on Facebook (more by good luck than good management!), and have sent him a “please friend me” message – and here’s the proof that it was me wot sent it, if you’re reading this Josh… please let me know where you’ve gone. The girls did a fairly good job, but I really, really hate having to switch hairdressers! 😦

Oh well, my hair looks quite good (ghod knows what it’ll look like after I sleep on it tonight!), so at least I’ll look reasonably decent going to my doom… I mean my Prosthodontist…. Oh, how I wish it was this time tomorrow night!

At weigh-in this morning I was beginning to think that my stupid body was maliciously and malevolently teasing me (again!) Only one point (100g), I went down, only one point!! to 122.0kg!  Arrrgggghhhh! This is cruel! Though it’s better than going up 100g, I suppose… What will I be tomorrow?  Who knows?!  Anyone care to lay bets? 🙂 Will it be up? 😦 Will it be down? 🙂 Or will it stay the same?

Stay tuned, and find out tomorrow night, if you dare! 😉

I was browsing through The Age this morning when I saw an article that caught my eye… “Fixed-time dining a race against time”, or, “Ready, set … eat!” Apparently a lot of restaurants these days (Sydney and Melbourne, anyway, and I presume they meant the CBD – I really can’t see it working in the suburbs terribly well) are limiting the time you can sit at one of their tables and eat your meal to 90 minutes, or in some exceptions (e.g. a special occasion, such as a Birthday), 2 hours. I was aghast! Then I thought, ‘well, fair enough, if you live in or close to the CBD, and you don’t fancy struggling home from work to cook dinner, a 90 minute quick snackeral at a restaurant that has a reputation for good food would probably be OK.’

However, I don’t care how good the restaurant is, or how wonderful their food is, I can’t see a couple, or a group of friends, who are not going on to the theatre or a party afterwards, but who simply want to enjoy a nice meal with their partner, or their friends, with good food, good wine, and good conversation, paying top dollar for service that might be a bit on the slow side (as it all too often is!), only to be shuffled out the door after 90 minutes (and in some cases even being denied the dessert menu!) so that the restaurant can cram some more bums onto your still-warm seats in order to charge them top dollar for a rushed meal too!

We’re anti-social people, Julian and I. We don’t have friends*, and we don’t go out much, but when we do go out, we want to enjoy ourselves, not be rushed out the door because there are a couple of people who walked in off the street and asked “Any chance of a table for two soon?” There are a couple of very good restaurants that we go to, here in Doncaster, and in Glen Waverley, and we’d recommend them to anyone – but if they started adopting that sort of service, they’d lose our patronage immediately. Still, I suppose it’s par for the course these days – grab, grab, grab, with both hands… It’s a shame, really – it’s a bit like the photos I saw on Bored Panda of people so taken up with their smartphones that even at a restaurant, or with a loved one, there was no conversation. You could see by the body language that each person was totally immersed in their own private little world – “It’s not you dear, it’s all about me!” Just another aspect of our totally material world and the current “what’s in it for me?!” attitude

Yes, it does upset me. No fun or humorous side to this at all, sadly….

Weigh-in was… pleasing, but disappointing? I went down, but only by one measly point, to 122.1kg. I was really hoping for better though.. Oh well, maybe tomorrow will be more “fruitful” in the weight steaks. Stay tuned… 🙂

*We’re anti-social people, Julian and I. We don’t have friends: well, we do, sort of. I mean we know lots of people, we like lots of people, and get on very well with them… some of them have been friends since I started kindergarten, and some have been friends since I started my Bulletin Board (BBS) back in 1986 – but we don’t want to socialise with them on a regular basis. It’s wonderful when we do catch up, and we chatter on for hours… but then they go home, and we go home, and, I presume, everyone’s happy. I don’t have a “best friend”; I don’t want one or miss having one, nor does Julian. My two best female friends are my two daughters – I’d be lost without them. Julian is my best male friend, and I couldn’t be without him. We label ourselves “anti-social”, but in reality I suspect that we’re just eccentric. It’s not going to be a pretty sight when one of us drops off the twig, but it’ll happen sooner or later. The one left is going to be very lost and lonely… but that’s what you get for being… different… 🙂

I’m not much looking forward to next week… I have my annual appointment with my prosthodontist… checkup and maintenance, but I feel like a naughty schoolgirl being sent to the headmaster’s office. I managed to chew a bit too hard on a piece of olive pit on a piece of pizza…. er… last year, I think, and very nicely broke a chunk off my right bottom molar. The same one I’d broken not that long before, doing pretty much the same thing (you’d think I’d learn to chew a little more carefully when eating a pizza that I knew had olives on it, wouldn’t you!) I felt too guilty to make an immediate appointment, and I just let it ride. Well, if I thought I felt a bit guilty when I broke the wretched thing, imagine how I feel now. As though I’m going to be marched off to the gallows! And you know, it’s not all that important or awful – they’ll just unscrew that small back section of my bridge, take the broken bit out, and send it off to be repaired – it’ll probably take about a week – and I’ll be “punished” by not having anything to chew on back there apart from a couple of metal spikes sticking up from the bottom of the bridge. (They’re not sharp spikes, just little thin “humps” of metal that the top of the bridge (read: tooth part) gets screwed onto) There’s another small problem, too… well, two, actually… I was supposed to be having the top ones done this year (I have full implants, top and bottom), but last year, when the bottom ones were being done, Dr. N. found that one of the little screws – bottom right rear, right where I’ve broken this ruddy tooth – one of the little screws had broken inside the screw hole and he couldn’t get it out. Apparently it’d been broken for a while (he said) but had held alright so far, so he put it back the way it was and told me to let him know if it gave me any trouble. What sort of trouble? said I… “well,” he said “it might break through and stick into your gum, and it might hurt when you brush them, or chew on something.” Yes, yes, I know I’m a naughty girl for not doing anything about it, but it’s been hurting when I brush around there, and hurting (just a bit!) if I chew too hard on anything, for…. oh, I don’t know… ummm… about four or five months? But seeing as I was going to see him this October, and knowing how hard it is to get an appointment, I…. didn’t say anything. So now I have to get the tooth bit mended, the screw replaced (he said last year that it’ll have to be drilled out – luckily not while it’s still in my mouth! I’m allergic to dental drills, even if there are no nerve endings in the prosthetic!), and there probably won’t be time in the appointment to get the top ones done as well, but I guess I can have them done when I go back to have my tooth screwed back in again, or make another appointment, or whatever… 🙂

Anyway, I’ll be extremely relieved when next Wednesday dawns bright and clear (or cloudy and rainy, I don’t care! Tuesday will be over!) 🙂

And, of course, it’s Expansion Day in Telara next Thursday, our time… 😀

This morning’s weigh-in went well, I thought – finally, a loss! 🙂 122.2kg, which is much more betterer than three whole days at 122.4kg, don’t you think? 😉 More tomorrow night – hopefully it’ll be good news again! 🙂

You know, I have absolutely no idea what to write about tonight; how to regale you all with tall tales and true from my wonderful world of mystery (e.g. why am I here at all?) and imagination (e.g. my wonderful world of Rift). I can’t say that “nothing” happened today, because it did. My favourite eldest daughter came over today, and we chatted, had lunch, and then watched one episode of “Agents of Shield”, and three of “Person of Interest” (I just wish John, the good looking guy, wouldn’t mumble so quietly, and so much!). The cleaning lady came, the one with the noisiest vacuum cleaner in the southern hemisphere, and she sat and chattered and smoked for a while. And then (after cleaning the place) the cleaning lady went home, and Julian took Lee back to Glen Waverley, and I sat in the lounge room and read my kindle.

So it wasn’t that “nothing happened”, plenty did… but not much that made me think deep thoughts, or muse on the possibility that perhaps Ebola will make it to Australia and we’ll all die of that before finding out what happens in next season’s GoT. I actually got a little angry with G. R. R. Martin this morning; in sifting through my spam, there was some mail from Amazon urging me to have a look at George R. R. Martin’s latest book. Latest book??!!!  Could it be??!!! No, of course it couldn’t be, and of course it wasn’t. It was, however, a book about Westeros – “The World of Ice & Fire: The Untold History of Westeros and the Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire)” !! What??!! Why was he wasting time writing that, when he should have been getting on with the next book in the series! I want to know if Jon Snow stays dead? Did he even die? What’s going to happen?! One of my biggest fears* is that G. R. R. M. will keel over and die before he finishes the story – even though we’re roughly around the same age, and I certainly have no intention of dropping off the twig for at least another twenty five or so years – ample time for G. R. R. M. to finish the series… I hope!

So there you go – sorry guys, nothing much to write about tonight – but I’ll try and think of something interesting for tomorrow night, promise! OK? 🙂

Weigh-in this morning made me feel as though I had been stranded in the film “Ground Hog Day”… My weight was exactly the same as it was yesterday, which was exactly the same as it had been the day before! Thee scarily identical weigh-ins on three admittedly differently unfolding days… [cue jangling Twilight Zone theme: “do do do da, do do do da”] What will the weigh-in be tomorrow? Will Winter end up smashing the scales with her toothbrush, or will she ask Julian to change the batteries in it… Will her weight go up? Or will it go down…Or…… will it stay the same, again, for the fourth day in a row…. [fade out jangling Twilight Zone theme: “do do do da, do do do da”]

More tomorrow night, after I manage to dig myself out of this Ground Hog burrow… 😉

*well, alright, not my big biggest fear, but a reasonable sized one… maybe somewhere between “what’ll I do if anything happens to Julian?!” (biggest!) and “what if they don’t release the Rift expansion next week?” (meh!) – y’know?

Isn’t it amazing – and a trifle frightening – how an intelligent and erudite adult person can spend (waste!) so much time wiggling a computer mouse, temporarily convinced that they are actually moving something around a (computer) screen. In fact, you’re not moving anything around the screen, you’re manipulating pixels to make it look as though you’re moving something around your screen. The lie to this is obvious when you see/realise that it’s actually the background images that appear to move, not the object that you think you’re moving. The aspect always stays the same. In a game like Rift, for instance, you may move your character left, or right, or jump up and down, but you will still see exactly the same view of the back of your character’s head. As you run through your game, slaying monsters, digging up ore, even swimming… notice your mouse hand. It actually doesn’t move very much at all…  So… what’s in a game? Why do we “gamers” play them so assiduously? How can we become so immersed in this manner.  Isn’t it just a gross waste of time? My mother would have said it was “unproductive”, and in theory, she would have been right. The only people who make anything “material” out of these games are the “gold farmers”, or people who offer “levelling services”. They’re the people who spam gamers offering large amounts of in-game currency for real time money, or who offer to do the hard yards levelling you up (i.e. playing your character for you), for real time money of course, while you’re at work… but I don’t think many people fall for that sort of spam any more (though I may be wrong – after all, they’re still around after the seven or so years that we’ve been playing these games!)

Well, you might say, it’s enjoyable, or you wouldn’t waste your time playing the game, would you? Or that it’s “relaxation”, “fun”, something to take your mind off stresses and worries… Once upon a time, a long time ago in a computer room far, far, away, we played a simple adventure game called “Monkey Island”. It was a single player game, and lot of fun, and now Julian is compiling (has been for a while, on and off, actually) a file of all the music we’ve enjoyed from the “old” games, even going back to the good old C64 days. One of the tracks is from Monkey Island, and it reminded me of the end credit to the game… while the music played, there scrolled down the screen a list of things that you could, or should, be doing instead of sitting there playing the game… like why don’t you “take the dog for a walk”, “help your mother with the dishes”, “tidy your room”, “do your homework”, “mow the lawn”, etc….  It strikes me that we didn’t listen then, and we still haven’t woken up to the fact that we are, in fact, wasting our lives. We still sit stolidly in front of our computer screens, wiggling our mouses to “move” our characters around.

Believe me, I’m not being negative about this, I enjoy playing, and I’ll continue to play/waste my time – until maybe something better comes along, like a trip to Italy, or something 😉 It’s just that it really does strike me as strange that even though we might be intellectually aware of the fact that we’re accomplishing nothing, we still do it. I just wonder why we do…

Philosophical Mood: OFF

Weigh-in this morning was this: I might not have gone up again (my wretched body is saving that for tomorrow morning!), but I didn’t go down, either. Still stuck firmly and annoyingly at 122.4kg. Oh well… everyone cross your fingers, toes, and eyes… and touch wood for me that tomorrow will be better. More then…

And with a new hope, a new dawn, and the beginning of a bran nue dae – have I broken any copyrights yet? Shall I keep trying? 😉 Nah… prolly best not…

As you can see, I’m in slightly better spirits than I was yesterday – mind you, that wouldn’t be hard. Oh well. We were going down to Seaford, to Lisa’s Lacies, to see about getting some new bras.. but the pair I put on this morning were a lot less sloppy than some of my other ones (probably because they’re newer), so I decided to wait another week and see if I got any smaller in the meantime. That decision sort of mucked up our plans a bit so we kind of rattled around the house frittering away our time most diligently.

I did a bit of Rifting, and decided that I really didn’t like the area I’m in at the moment, and so started to plan on where to go and what to do next. The main trouble with games like Rift is that they’re fairly linear, in that you can’t go ‘here’ until you’re level ‘x’, and you can’t go ‘there’ until you’re level ‘xy’. In other words, you can’t really just go wherever you want to, and do whatever you want to do… well, you can, but you’ll either get killed frequently (and expensively! It costs gold to resurrect!) by higher level mobs (‘mobs’ – term used to denote either animals, monsters, or enemies), and you won’t get the (bulk of) the quests that give you the most XP (experience, which is what your level is based on). Sure, you get experience from killing things, digging up herbs, mining ore, and stuff like that, but it’s pretty negligible compared to the experience you get from completing quests, nor do you get the money and/or equipment that usually comes with the experience gained from questing. So… as I said, for an altoholic like myself, who has numerous ‘alts’ (characters), there aren’t really a lot of options as to what you can do, or where you can go, depending on your experience level, so playing can often become a rather ‘ho-hum’ exercise. I think this is why Trion regularly bring out upgrades and expansions. This new expansion that was supposed to have been released on the 8th October is going to not only raise the ceiling (the top level you can reach will go from 60 to 65; not a lot, but enough to excite some players), but also open up an entire new area of the world map, and introduce all sorts of nifty innovations, like the minions I think I told you about in a previous post.

Anyway, at the moment I’m organising my troops for the big expansion, shuffling characters between shards, and putting in ‘name holder’ beginners. It’s sometimes terribly difficult to get the name you want for your character – you can’t have anything that anyone else has got, or that is already in use by the game, and you can’t use non English letters in your name, or foreign accents… so when you want to start off a brand new character when the expansion is released, you can create a character, but not finish them off. All you want is to see if the name you’ve thought of is free to a good home. If it is, save the unfinished character with that name. When the expansion goes live, kill off that unfinished character and re-create it properly, giving it that name. It’s highly unlikely that someone else will snatch up that name while you’re creating your new expansion-ready character 🙂

Well, I reckon that that’s probably enough Rift education for tonight… (“Phew! Thank goodness for that!”, I hear you all grumbling! 🙂 )

Weigh-in this morning was much better… back down to 122.4kg. I’d be really nice if it went down to 122.1kg or lower tomorrow, but don’t hold your breath! I sure won’t be! 🙂

More tomorrow night, I guess…

Really and truly nothing much to tell you this evening. Weigh-in this morning was almost tragic. Up to 122.9kg, almost back into the 123kg area… I predict that tomorrow I’ll be close to 123.5kg. Everything’s a very rude word at the moment, and to tell you the truth I’ve been so depressed that I spent most of this morning crying, and I’ve slept through more than 3/4 of the day. I tried to play Rift this morning, but my eyes kept closing on me… my eyes still want to just close.

So as I said… nothing much to report today. Only one good thing happened, and that is that my favourite youngest daughter’s husband got his license back, after losing it to DUI charges four years ago. Things apparently went really well, and he only has to have an interlock on his car (when he gets one again!) for six months, which is pretty amazing considering the severity of the charge… So at least someone in the family is happy tonight 🙂

More tomorrow night, maybe.

Clothes, again… why couldn’t we all just have fur, like a cat? And tails, with which to express ourselves. Much more betterer than fretting over whether to wear the red dress, or the little black number… or whether flat heels would be advisable if you’re going to be standing up most of the day, or should you suffer in silence in order to look fabulous (but stupid!), tottering around all day on aching feet and six inch stilettos… Gimme the furry look any day – so easy to keep clean and neat, especially if you’re a short hair, like I am 😀 …All you have to do is lick it! 🙂

…On second thoughts….

This morning we finally got around to hanging up all himself’s new shirts and tops wot we bought the other day (no, they haven’t been lying around in untidy piles on the sofa, they’ve been shop-folded-up (with tissue paper!) in the bags that the kind, but somewhat Natasha-ish, saleslady put them in) So now they’re all hanging neatly in the wardrobe, and it’s my turn to go through all my tops, and decide which of them I’m going to keep for a while longer (before they get too stupidly big for me), and which ones have already reached that stage and so can be cleaned and sent off to St. Vincent’s… The trouble is, to do that, I have to try them all on, and that requires effort… and you know what I’m like when it comes to “effort”!  That’s right, if they could have an exam on it, I’d get an “E”, and not for “effort”, either! So… the trying on of the clothes will have to wait a day or so (or more, if I can get away with it 😉 ) Tomorrow himself has to play Taxi Driver to Lisa’s dental needs (she has an appointment tomorrow morning), and Wednesday I need the taxi-man to take me to Seaford (no, I’m not looking for a new place to live! 🙂 ), to a place called Lisa’s Lacies, which specialises in underwear and other garments for the larger ladies. I desperately need a new pair of bras… all the ones that I have are so loose, that even done up at their tightest, would almost fall down to my hips, if it weren’t for the straps over my shoulders holding them up! I kid you not…

The rest of the day I spent Rifting… well, I would have been Rifting if I hadn’t taken it into my head to “straighten up everyone’s bank vaults”. This took me the rest of the morning and into the late afternoon. However, it’s all done now (for now, at any rate), and we all know: Who’s got the Bound to Account costumes, who’s got the stash of fish needed for crafting, fishing, and survival recipes. Who’s got all the Dimension items, who works the Auction House, and who does the “disenchanting”, or “the breaking down of items into different components generally used for crafting other items”. Well, they will, anyway, as soon as I make and print up the list… 🙂

Weigh-in the morning went alright, if a trifle disappointingly… I only went down to 122.7kg which I thought was a pretty poor effort *pout*. But, at least it didn’t go up. 🙂 Hopefully I’ll do better tomorrow!

Well, that’s about it from me for this evening – more tomorrow night when I get back here again. 🙂

Yes, today was our weekly “pic-nic in Telara”, or “bashing baddies for fun and profit”. Well, today was both fun and profitable (the fact that I spent nearly all of my hard earned platinum on a new hair style and colour is beside the point!). We both went up another couple of levels and finally got to finish the interminable quest chain about the “Lost Name” (or whatever it was called – it’s complicated!) 😉

My favourite youngest daughter and her other half came over this afternoon and we spent a very pleasant afternoon discussing work and health stuffz – amongst other things, like cats (we both have cat(s)), dog(s) (they have a dog, we don’t), and rabbits (ditto). They live in Hampton Park/Moorabbin, and often take Ralph, the dog, down to the beach to play and run about. I wouldn’t mind living by the sea… My ideal place to live would be on the edge of a high cliff, in an Addams Family type of house (only clean and not so cobwebby!), overlooking a wild ocean… with great big waves smashing against the rocks at the foot of the cliff…. *romantic sigh* 🙂 Instead, we live on the 5th floor of an apartment building, facing west (which means it gets blisteringly hot in summer!), with a 180 degree view of Melbourne. It’s very, very nice (and very convenient, as Doncaster Shoppingtown is right across the road!), but… if we ever decide to move, I want to look for a place with an ocean view… 😉

This morning I found out why my weight seems to go up, towards the beginning of the month… trust himself to notice a pattern and go “looking into it”!

Whenever himself decides to “look into” something, or “research” something, he doesn’t just Google it and pick whatever explanation sounds the most plausible, or choose three of the explanations that seem to agree with eachother the most, and call that the “truth”, oh no! He delves into the subject with the dedication of a Nobel Prize winning scientist, so you can be very sure that when he says “I’ve looked into it”, he does know what he’s talking about!

You see, I take Provera – (it’s a hormonal thing – if you’re a woman, you’ll probably know what I’m talking about; if you’re a man, you don’t need to know!) I take this medication for the first ten days of every month, and it’s during this time when my weight spikes up… and goes back down after I stop taking it. Apparently, Provera can cause fluid retention… (a big problem with me at the best of times) which, of course, causes a slight weight gain (the slight (and temporary) weight gains that have been causing me so much angst!) but which goes away when you stop taking the stuff. So now, when my weight does go up at the beginning of the month, I won’t get quite so paranoid and neurotic about it (but I might – I’m a highly neurotic sort of person 😉 – so please, just bear with me until I re-lose the fluid and my weight starts behaving normally again, OK? 🙂 )

This morning I weighed in at 122.8kg, so it means that I’ve (finally!) broken the 123kg barrier! Yay! 😀 …Now I just have to break the 122kg barrier! Avanti Savoia! (er… ancient family motto… 😉 )