So this post isn't all about my journey, well in a weird kind of twisted way it is but in some ways it's not. You'll see what I mean.
So tonight was my first "real" meeting as staff. Welcoming people, writing of cards, tallying up, learning what to do and when... all that sort of good stuff and the continuous talking. I dont think I've talked that much in a long time, well not at one time. Must remember a bottle of water for next time... All in all a rather pleasant experience, no one seeemd to be a bit iffy about a "bloke" being there. So it's all good.
Now as you may have read...and if you haven't you should go back and look. I had a little bit of a slip while on my journey. Yes it was only day three but I dont think anyone could honestly say that they followed the plan strictly when they first started out, we are after all only human and potato chips are a hard habit to break... My slip was chippies and not just a few but a whole big bag... and lets not forget that 18 point piece of cake.... still a little irked about that one. Anyway there's this marvellous thing called activity points which lets you earn points for being, well, Active. I've got a reasonably physical job, I'm a commercial cleaner, which involves a lot of walking, bending, scrubbing, mopping of floors and lets not forget vacuuming. Which by the way you can actually work a bit of a sweat up if you do it for long enough. Luckily my job allows for at least... if I take it easy about an hour worth of vacuuming and if I move my butt I can do it in half that time and get a bit of a sweat going on. So thats exactly what I did... I hauled ass. By the time I was finished I was drenched and no i couldn't sing let alone talk... so I must have been moving. It turns out that I didn't really earn very many activity points at all... in fact just 3, which doesnt even equate to anywhere near the needed amount for anything "nice" on my way home. So I set the alarm and was in the process of locking the door, thats when I heard...the giggle...
Now most people have a fight or flight thing happen when they find themselves confronted with something that they're not expecting. I seem to have a step before that.... Assess and then decide what it is I'm going to do. I'm not a violent man, but when confronted with a situation where something needs to be done I'm usually doing the one thing most people wouldn't do... even if that does mean chasing the two wankers down the street who have just tried to steal the pushchair off the front porch, even if while I'm chasing them down the street I realise I'm only in my boxers. So as I'm standing there with the key in the door and I hear "the giggle" I look at the reflection in the window in front of me and see a scream mask coming towards me, it's Halloween and some douchebag and his mates have decided it'd be fun to try and scare the cleaner at the school. It still boggles my mind as to what drunk teenagers find amusing. Now most people would freeze to the spot or run to their car... What do I do? I turn and in my biggest scarey voice go "RRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHH" at him, to which he stops, swears and takes off. This is when his mates step out from the shadows and laughing hard. Once again the heart is racing as I dont know what they're going to do, so I, as casual as I can, walk to my car, get in lock the doors, start it and make my way home.
At this stage I'm feeling pretty chuffed with myself and decide (god only knows why) that I deserve a treat for being so brave... Any excuse will do right? So I pull into the garage and get a snickers bar. I don't know the point value and at that stage I really dont care. I haven't really eaten all day and only had two coffee's so far, lots of apples and an orange so I'm pretty safe in saying that I have the points for it. I'll worry about pointing it later when I get home and just enjoy the gooey caramel, chocolately, peanut goodness thats passing my lips... trust me when I say I savoured every single bite, yeah ok so that feeling didn't last long.
I get home and check the oven, yup there's dinner, shrivelled chops, cooked in beef dripping... mushy spud... over cooked cauliflower. I know she tries, she's 87 and she wants to feel useful... I REALLY need to buy her a cookbook or at least suggest to her she buys those microwavable WW meals, I'd be quite happy to give her more money each week if need be. It'd be cheaper and mean a lot less food being thrown out. The dog looks at me with one eye from it's bed, lifts it's head slightly, "Sorry Oscar no sausages tonight", He sniffs at me and goes back to sleep. Ahh well better than nothing. I eat what I can/ feel like eating and think about going back to the garage and getting another snickers bar. It's late I can't be assed and tomorrow is always another day. I'll just guestimate at what the point value is and call it 18 points. I'm still under for the day. I wonder if I limit myself to 4 or 5 less points over the next few days if that'll equal out the splurge form the weekend. I must remember to ask Ali this tomorrow... oh wait... it's after midnight.... it's tomorrow already.
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