Deirdre Geraghty

My weight management programme came to an end yesterday. It was really strange not having to post everything l eat and drink and last night I realised that I could take my tatty looking step counter off especially as it didn’t affect my behaviour. I will mostly stick to my eating plan and calorie count each day though. And keep an eye on my weight.

I have recently signed up for weekly draws which don’t cost very much and you have a lot better chance of winning something than the national lottery although a much smaller prize. You never know your luck!

I don’t know if tomorrow is the last day of my weight management programme or if I have to wait another month but it’s not long before I find out. I hope I still manage to control my weight to some extent afterwards.

For the first time in my life as an adult l have asked my dear friend Z to pick up some new knickers for me at M & S. It seems really strange to be discussing that l would like big pants but not huge pants but not little pants. Some that come up to the naval. Nobody sees them so might as well be comfortable!

I had thought that the angry tendon in my wrist was on the mends because I had been pain free for a number of days and I was hopeful but with no warning it started really hurting again which has happened several times without anything being done differently. Really disappointing!

I was so tired but got up quickly as I am expecting a delivery today sometime. I have sat for a while and don’t seem to be in any hurry to get on with my chores. Breakfast eaten and taken my meds but don’t seem to be able to get up and tidy, wash dishes and no inspiration on writing this but have had a go!

I turned my little television on before I properly opened my eyes this morning and heard that Trump had got it and the crowd was loudly chanting which reminded me of Nazi Germany. I am really horrified.

It’s the day of the USA election. I dread to think what it would be like if Donald Trump becomes president again. All we can do is hope that he doesn’t.

So I woke up really early and after half an hour l decided that rather than getting up and going downstairs for the next few hours l would copy Sundays and bring coffee and breakfast upstairs. So I will see how that goes.

I’m sat upstairs on my bed, my breakfast in a basket on the floor waiting for me. Trevor Phillips coming on the television soon. A bit of an upset tummy. The start of another Sunday.