urgh

Things have gone a little off-track as I haven't been very well. Was supposed to be going to a Body Attack class (how much fun does that sound? Not much, I hear you cry) on Thursday night, but woke up on Thursday just feeling so grim and tired that I thought maybe I'd go swimming instead. Got to about 11am and realised that instead of feeling better, l was feeling worse and worse. Gave up about 1pm and came home. I had a yoghurt in the morning so I could take the Metformin, and then DP made a lovely dinner of roast pheasant, which I could only eat a few mouthfuls of (to take the other Metformin tablet!) before giving up. Felt a bit better today but incredibly tired - we had a big argument last night over absolutely nothing and I realise that I think I'm feeling insanely hormonal. I wonder if it's because I've given up the Cerazette? Anyway, cried for ages and woke up all puffy eyed and feeling a bit desperate so called in sick. Realised after a bit of a lie in that I actually felt lots better - oh well. Am off on a work trip next week that will mean I'm away from home for most of next weekend so I don't feel too guilty about being off today. I had some toast for breakfast, then we went out for a walk - stopped at a cafe by the river and had tea and cake. I think the sugar was all too much for me, especiallly after not eating much the day before, as then felt very dizzy and sick and had horrid 'Met belly'. Felt ok after dinner, but DP gets really upset as he thinks he should be reminding me to be careful with food...then I feel guilty because I don't want him to be thinking I can't look after myself. Lesson learned, I hope.

To make up for missing exercise on Thursday night, DP and I have booked a badminton court at the leisure centre tomorrow afternoon. And I was hoping to go for a run in the morning but as it's now 4.15am and I can't sleep, I'm a bit doubtful that will actually happen. More likely to turn into a wander to the farmers market and reading the paper over lunch. Oh well.