Oh, and the purse itself was a Mulberry one which was a gift from D for my thirtieth birthday. Which also makes me sad. I have replaced it with a very pretty Accesorize one but still, I loved that purse.
Heigh ho. I must admit, my last ditch attempts to reign in any Scottish themed damage went somewhat out of the window last night and (still in a spirit of confession) I was tempted to skip weigh in this morning as a result. But I didn't, and the result was a 3lb gain which also isn't the end of the world. A good week will sort that out.
And then, post weigh in and post post weigh in coffee, I went swimming which is news in itself. I took out an expensive gym membership back when I moved here in September and then, like 67% of people with gym memberships proceeded to not use it. I just thought about using it a lot. While lying on the sofa. Weeping. And drinking wine. Which meant that my fitness went woefully downhill. Which made me even less inclined to use it. But I have, just in the last few weeks, gradually started to reintroduce it into my life. I used to love some of the classes that I went to at the gym - I think I would struggle with an hour of Body Combat at the moment, so I've started with swimming, and I'm going to build up. It's probably too soon to notice a huge difference, but earlier this week I walked up a hill to get to the Wallace Monument and then walked up said monument and didn't die. I take victory where I can get it.
|The Wallace Monument. Big in Scotland.|
|View from the Wallace Monument, complete with Scottish flag. And top of random man's head.|