Day 967 Happy St Andrews Day 2022 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

St Andrew is the patron saint of Scotland.

We celebrate St Andrews Day by feasting on haggis, neeps (turnip) and tatties (potatoes) but Craig and I had chicken fajitas 😆

We don’t even get a national holiday but hey…. There’s not much else to say about St Andrews day…. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿💙

I slept like a log last night and really struggled to wake up at 5am… but I did and went to the Fit Body Farm.

It was hard today. I know it’s too much info but I’m good at the overshare…. My boobs were agony today. I almost wanted them as I ran. Now I know there a million jokes running through so many minds just now but honestly, they were so painful. It made me feel very slow and heavy today. I walked a few of the runs today just to save the pain. My Shock Absorber bra didn’t cut it today. 😆

Progesterone is not my friend.

I’m just starting week two of my second round of it and I definitely feel the hormones. I’ve been so lethargic all week. I’ve been in bed by 7-8pm every night, curled up with the electric blanket. I have put on weight as I’m eating to frantically search for energy. As I said the other day, nothing is cutting it, I gorge on dinner then have 12 squares of chocolate. Nothing is ever enough.

Mood wise I’m a bit more irritable, a bit more throw hands up in the air and walk away rather than sit and deal with something that hasn’t gone quite my way.

Other than that…. I’m peachy. 😆 I laughed at that…. it’s true, I’m actually pretty happy resting and eating. I know it’s not the best but it’s working for me just now so it is what it is.

Work was good again today but I’ve cancelled crochet tonight as I just need my jammies.

I’m off to watch the second half of Dirty Dancing tonight. I started it yesterday then fell asleep!

Nobody puts Baby in a corner. ♥️

Stay safe everyone ♥️♥️♥️