Day 9. Don't ask about days 5-8

Weekend was somewhat of a disaster area. Did not do housework and bedtimes and coke went a bit wrong. Was not a weekend of happy fun times in the mental health area. Plus the attempt at reading a physical book for one evening was hampered by the fact that the book in question was terrible and I'm unsure whether I can actually bring myself to open it again.

Still, never mind, back on it again. Ate fruit and drank 5 cokes at work but none after, so that's fine. Bought lunch, but I'm allowed two in a week, Ate a vegetarian dinner, in the form of my purple vegetable soup, which is actual purple!

Actually, I wonder if that counts as doing housework - if gardening does, should processing the results of the gardening? Probably not, as it hasn't changed the state of the house. I'm off on Thursday, so I may petition wife-lady to allow me half an hour out to chop down garden things.

Next step, bed by 11pm and then I can possibly believe I'm an actual adult again. Or at least keeping up the pretence.

PJW

Day 4 - In bed!

And have been for 55 minutes! Woo!

Would have been in bed for 10.55pm, but daughter is ill and demanded tributes of drink and Calpol.

Fruit was okay for work. Planning on changing things up and having cherry tomatoes instead of apple tomorrow, in the hope of not utterly boring myself to tears with the same food every day.

Once again, successfully failed to buy lunch, which is very good, especially since this month's shaping up to be quite an expensive one in terms of bills - water, nursery and buying lots of ingredients for our free nanny to cook healthy food for daughter to turn her nose up at. Money may be super-tight and this will help if I can keep it up for the month.

Survived a late shift at work within the Diet Coke limits. Book sorted for tomorrow night. Beginning to think I may see the end of this week successfully.

PJW

Day 3

In bed by 11.07pm. Major triumph. You know, of the kind where it's not actually meeting the set criteria for success. A politician's triumph, if you will.

Diet Coke was 3 in work, 1 at home and 1 at lunch with Louisa (which was also one of my two eating outs for the week). It's the drinking at home that's actually the major issue - it's just so easy to refill my cup while sitting doing something.

Still no book and I'm working late shift tomorrow, which would be cheating. Thursday must be book day.

PJW

Day Two. Didn't Buy Lunch

Nor breakfast. Sandwich Sue has no hold over me! Mwahahahaha!

Except for the tab I owe for all the other sandwiches. That's probably a pretty good hold. I should pay that.

Diet Coke was go - 3 at work, 1 at home.

Fruit was eaten. Little bit blah, but got me through the day and feeling virtuous. Plus nanny-cooked food is healthier than my normal fare. I could get used to the life of having a servant in the house - too bad it's not permanent.

In bed by 11.25pm. Thwarted mostly by trying to squeeze in an extra episode of Daredevil and then failing to remember all the chores that needed doing. Perhaps I should start moving at 10.30pm, rather than attempting to do fun stuff all the way up to 11pm and then being surprised that I don't instantly teleport into bed when I turn off Netflix.

Haven't read a physical book yet though. Lots of kindle, no actual paperback. Perhaps tomorrow night.

PJW

Day One. Really

Housework is done the shit out of. Being scared of sharing the house with temporary Nanny in its current state covered that easily.

Diet Coke? Ish. I had 4 and a bit and was going to call that good, and then absent-mindedly poured myself another mug while watching the rugby. So, 5 and a bit. Actually, let's not kid ourselves, it was 6. Still, small steps.

In bed by 11pm? 11.30pm in the end, which was mostly about the housework. Small steps.

Have got fruit lined up for tomorrow and determined not to buy lunch. We'll see how we go.

PJW