My gym training schedule is working out fine now. I'm planning the week in advance, when I can go to gym after school, and again on Sunday at 4pm (NOT 5!). I'm pleased with that, though I do still feel that I don't do good training without Francis. He really takes it to the pain threshold, or as nearly there as is still healthy.
I think I look thinner. I wore a dress today which I bought two years ago and wore a couple of times before I started eating badly and gaining weight. It looked ok, possibly.
I also bought a new set of bathroom scales, as the old scales were (a) mechanical (b) with a very small, faded, fuzzy display (c) about 20 years old (d) probably not working very accurately. On my new digital scales I am half a stone heavier. So.
My eating has been crap, though. I'm very on and off. The reason is clear - I don't have enough going on in my life that I feel excited and positive about. "Are we having fun yet?" Absolutely not, we are not. So when I fall into a pity-party, feeling sorry for myself that I don't have (a) a love life (b) a social life (c) a fix for feeling afraid about talking to people (d) much of a rosy future, then - well, there's always cheese and cake.