I've rescued the Fitbit off my husband huurah then I lost it for 5 days last week , the fitbit and not the husband and I'm pretty sure it was scared without me. I'm sure I think of my fitbit as a person and that it judges me as it was sticking its tongue out at me. I've yet to figure out how to add people on fitbit but I'm sure I'll twig at some point , no scales for me yet but I'm avoiding cheese , I'm coping .
* does a Wallace and Gromit grin " cheese"
I'm pretty sure cheese is the dismal downfall of society , I'll put the eating of cheese to my dream the other day which was about Jeremy Clarkson sailing down the rapids in a reasonably priced dingy.
So positive mindset in.
I'm still trialling Creme eggs and they may have fallen into my virtual Ocado basket.
This week I'm not trapped by the negativity of twitter where I was on a hamster wheel of doom and my depression is a journey without medication , depression is losing its power over me. It's always be there and will continue to be there , the emotional baggage is mine but I don't choose to reclaim it from lost luggage.
Tea , Tea Tea and adventure.
Hark I hear my Fitbit calling to me .