Right - where to start?
First up - I'm not going to lie, it's been a bit of a rough week, emotionally speaking. I was dreading Monday, and it wasn't so bad in the end as our team is close enough to talk about this stuff and it's a kind of comfort to share your memories and sadness with others feeling the same. Still, it was busy as all hell this week, with a lot of late nights, early mornings and a Saturday in the office. Yay. In fact, it's been the kind of week where I packed yoga stuff to take in on Wednesday, booked my class online in the morning, and then didn't twig until 2pm that I'd completely forgotten to go to the class. My brain has not been with it this week. I did finally make it into the gym on Friday after work for a personal training session (that I'm still feeling 2 days later), but that was my sole effort for the week.
Suffice it to say I've therefore been a bit off my eating and exercising game. Last weekend had a bit too much comfort / distraction eating going on, and this week was all about convenience and grabbing what I could, when I could. I didn't feel like weigh in was going to be great therefore, especially since I had a pretty big loss last week. I was fully expecting a small gain at the scales on Friday morning and was braced to deal with it. But no ... 0.5lb off. The body does indeed work in mysterious ways!
That was a fantastic result as it meant I recorded a new lowest weight since getting back on WW in May, for the second week in a row. Better still, this is the weight I came home at, as far as I can tell. Looking back, I should have realised it might be a good result, as Thursday night I was desperately hunting for a pair of jeans to go to the pub in (side fact: my laundry pile has outgrown the laundry basket by a good foot in height - bad times), and as a last ditch effort I pulled out a pair of black jeans I haven't worn since ski season. Surprisingly, they were tight but went on. Guess the scales explained why.
This week is going to be every bit as hectic again, with a metric fuck-ton more work and deadlines, plus M and son's funeral on Thursday and a few social engagements, so my one goal for this week is to make a valiant effort to track everything and stay in my points for the week. It's going to be an effort, but it's a good target if I want a loss for a third week in a row.
Ok, so that's health stuff out the way. Which brings me to the OTHER stuff. Big life changes straight ahead.
Deep breath: I quit my job on Friday.
After a lot of conniving, planning, double-checking the numbers (and my sanity) and negotiating it's all go and I'm going back to France for Winter Season - Part Deux. Except this time there's no sabbatical, no job to fall back on when I come home, if I come home even. I now officially have a life to plan, and beyond the next 6 months there's no set pattern to follow. And, as my senior manager said to me when I told him my decision: in light of what happened to M, we only get one life - what's the point if we don't live it?
The practicalities are that I'm heading out again on 15 November (5 weeks yesterday - eeeeeek), and after 10 days in Val d'Isere, I'll be in Meribel for the rest of the season. For a variety of reasons, I've decided that if I'm doing it again I should have a crack at a different resort to last year, although it's with mixed feelings because my friends in La Plagne are not too happy with my defection. I'm taking my car though, for independence, so I should be able to meet up with them pretty often, as the resorts aren't a million miles apart.
I can't tell if I'm crazy to chuck my career, which I'm pretty sure is my dad's viewpoint on the whole situation, or being brave and taking a leap into the unknown to see what might be out there. At the moment, there is no plan to come back to another permanent job like the ones I've had for 10 years as I'm too dissatisfied with the big, bad corporate world.
And look how pretty Meribel is:
So there we are - it's all go here. I've planned and sorted bits out, and I'm in the process of doing other bits - there's a lot of lists that need making: packing lists, to do lists. And long story short, in 5 short weeks I'll be back in the mountains, in my other home.