So what have I been up to for the last week and a half or so other than being a clumsy cow and getting big stress hair? Well, the answer would be, not much.
Really! I’ve done hardly anything. I’m trying out a new diet of two bowls of cereal a day and then a balanced and healthy meal for six days a week and a rest day. So far, so good. I haven’t particularly noticed any weight loss or felt any different, but that could purely be down to my period starting and being a particularly bad one (come to think of it, that probably answers why I was getting annoyed at the bands). My stomach’s been horrendously bloated the last couple of days to the point of looking six months pregnant. The thing is when my stomach’s bloating, everywhere else overflows as well. So, although I am lighter than I have been in a very long time, I feel fatter than ever. Even though I’m fitting into size 12’s, I still feel that I look like a whale. A pregnant whale at that.
I’ve also being organising (if you can call sending out frantic Facebook messages to a few people organising) the male shaped monsters fifth Birthday none-party. I say it’s a none-party as we’re not really having a party. Just a couple of children we know he’s comfortable with and their parents. The plan is to then throw the monsters outside to play while we adults escape indoors. Although, that is weather permitting. The problem is, is that my crazy fancy dress lady friend has donated us a Scooby Doo outfit as long as I take pictures of the hubby wearing it. Unfortunately, he can be a bit funny around fancy dress (he hates face painting and used to scream when I emerged from the shadow with a towel on my head… I daren’t wear makeup, it would freak him out!). I also did order a rather over-blown Scooby Doo chocolate cake for him… Oh well, I’m sure it will be fine. I have no games organised and no time to organise them but it will be fine. It will…
Tomorrow I have to go for surgery for The Horn to be removed. I was supposed to go earlier this month but it was the same day as the male shaped monster started his new school and I had a sever case of (wo)man flu. I could barely speak I was that bunged up. Not really the best time for surgery to be performed on my nose. I shudder to think of the mess… I then have physio on the foot on Thursday and my next Zoladex injection (yuk). On the plus side though, the radio show is having another live band in my living room – which is a lot less stressful than it sounds. Friday is the male shaped monsters’ Birthday and Saturday is the none-party-party.
I’ve also been asked to do some work with another festival, although it’s looking less likely as the brief is very slow in coming. I re-set up my review site in a fit of madness and I ordered some business cards in another fit of madness. Hell, tomorrow if I’m able to feel my face after the op on The Horn, I might even do a couple of reviews! Shock Horror!
Diary Of A Faker 