Driven to succeed.

I have my driving test next week, which is exciting and terrifying in equal measure. I used to be terrified of driving, like being physically ill before lessons and pulling out of courses. But this time, I have to admit that I am looking forward to the freedom of being able to drive. There is a glimmer of recognition that driving may actually be enjoyable. An asset to my life. I actually feel like I could pass this. But I will need something else, some other focus once it's over. I must have a look at some kind of physical classes or rethink joining a gym. The boy is in a gym, just for the swimming pool really, so it would be logical to join as a "family" ticket thing. So roll on the driving test, because the gym in question is a good 15 minute drive away. Running out of excuses to remove one's ample arse from the sofa! Not sure if the bank will lend me anything to buy a car once I have the test though. Would love a 1960s/70s VW camper, so if anyone has one spare to donate, preferably with cream leather seats with red piping...

I must upload some photos of myself, to prove that I am a real person and not makebelieve! I am always full of great enthusiasm at the very end of the day, but by the next morning, I feel "Oh blah!" about it all. Reading some posts in the lighterlife community forum, I realise that I have very little to complain about really. My kids are in good health. Okay, I'm in debt, and feeling a bit of credit crunch, but the bailiffs have not been called in yet. There are some people out there who are coping with this diet with some very big problems; sick kids, sick parents, sick selves etc. So I have no reason to whinge. But I could murder a sarnie. Oh blah. I'm also worried that my loss this week won't be huge, as an after effect of my lapse last week. I certainly don't feel any lighter.

We had some friends to stay last night, with their new baby girl. (Set off my broody hormones, she was cute as a button.) I fed them a delicious curry platter. The full works - Veg pilau rice, prawn korma, chicken jalfrezi, garlic nans, copious bottles of wine. I sat there with my fizzy water, claiming to have a tummy ache. I also had to decline a thank you lunch the next day on the basis that I wanted to clear my system of this "bug". I felt quite guilty fibbing like this. I am not a good liar, and am convinced that people see right through me when I tell porkies, so I tend not to. But I really don't want to tell people about my diet until later. Lots of my friends and family just would not understand, and would consider this dangerous quackery. I know I would, if I wasn't doing it myself and had researched it first. I don't understand how people can tell all and sundry. So brave!