Day 358: Monday 3rd March

Well here I am again. It has been quite a while since I last wrote anything.

The full year since this story started is almost here - 365 days of the emergence of a new me.

The story is a long way away from finishing, however.

A new job, taxing, demanding, and due to my perfectionism, highly stressful and time-consuming. Adding to the mix is the fact that it appears that anything I earn is immediately deducted from my housing benefit etc, so it negates any effort I make to improve our lot here at the homestead.

I gave myself 6 weeks to get on top of the steep learning curve - failed to reach even half way before the sleepless nights, self-doubt and need for a return to the 'happy pills' made me realise that it wasn't for me. 


Much questioning, much thought, and a really nice boss, and I am now extracted from the minefield where my biggest consideration is self-preservation and not letting the side down.

So, it's back to dad-sitting, crochet, some music and household management. C1 and C2 haven't noticed yet, but the morning rush isn't quite so chaotic now I don't have to get me to work as well as them out of the door to school.

I am happy about this. It was really great to find something I felt good about, but the timing wasn't right, and so........

Have now lost 74% of my excess body weight, and the lovely Mr Bariatric P, Dietician Emma and Nurse Karen are all delighted with my progress. 

My GP is on my case too, regarding the ongoing vitamin and mineral deficiencies that are still giving me trouble. 

I cannot fault the support I am getting. Blood tests every 12 weeks, immediate feedback, B12 injections and mega-pills - all to hopefully help to get me back firing on 4 cylinders!

Admittedly, I seem to be feeling very tired a lot of the time at the moment. 

Loose skin is also starting to become an issue. Aprons, saddle-bags, flappy birds - whatever. But it is a small price to pay for the new freedom that the operation has given me.

All this seems a little bit serious for a sunny Monday morning at the beginning of March. No pictures, no jokes. But I am back, The Lady In The Distance is getting nearer, and hey ho, tomorrow is another day.

Thank you for reading.