The never ending battle

Title says it all really, the battle is with my weight, you're ahead of me aren't you? This battle is familiar to some I guess and those of you who haven't a clue what I mean, well, very lucky you!  Yo-yoing is probably the best description of my weight and my wardrobe, groaning with clothes of many sizes stands as testament. I have no such excuse for the number of pairs of shoes I have, not that I need one. No, I must stay focused and not wander into the realms of shoes although the delivery man will be bringing a box today from Sarenza... sigh.

In an effort to reduce my weight and keep the idea in mind I have bought a handy little gadget called a Fitbit One. It logs how far I walk in a day, how many calories I burn, steps I climb... you get the idea. It is all displayed in a handy desktop dashboard in case I forget what I'm aiming for. In truth all I really need to do is to walk past any of the mirrors in the house and take a good look but hey, a bit of technology to play with can't be bad and if it serves to prick my conscience then even better. I don't expect I'll be sylph like in a couple of weeks, or a couple of months but I'll make the required effort to walk straight past the biscuits isle in the supermarket from now on and the wine isle, the chocolate isle, the cakes isle... If only the supermarkets would bunch all the fattening stuff together in one place it'd be easier to ignore wouldn't it?

Anyway it's Friday and I have a self portrait to plan so I'm off to the camera...

The empty plate

I opened the fridge yesterday to find an empty plate balanced somewhat precariously on top of some food or other. It's not the first time I've found this and I continue to be baffled by it. Of course nobody will own up so I can't find out the reason for it. Is it laziness or are "they" hoping that if they leave the plate there it will miraculously fill up with food again. Maybe they can't face the trauma of putting it in the dishwasher, who knows. This anomaly goes alongside the "empty packet syndrome" which we seem to have in this house. Food is removed from a packet or box which then, being empty, would normally be thrown into the bin or recycling box but no, the empty packet stays exactly where it was, the pantry, the fridge...  Again Mr Nobody is responsible. Short of a surveillance camera I doubt that I'll get to the bottom of this and will continue to open the fridge and think "oh good I can have...oh :( no I can't" Grrrrr.

Socks

Which came first

Shoes

I'm back

Well it's been a long and rocky road since I left here in 2011. I started a website in my own name with, I must add, considerable help from people who actually understood the construction of a website. I was mostly successful in learning how to post and alter bits of it on the blog side of things. The photo galleries were no problem at all and looked quite good. Then, something meddled and malware appeared. it was found and deleted and all was well but then it found me again and caused all sorts of problems. By this time I was on my own and without the skill to find the source of the problem. I finished with the site altogether and now am with Zenfolio. anncourtney.zenfolio.com  No blog there and I do miss my periodic jottings and snaps. So do others as I have been asked several times when I would start again. So... here I am. I'll give it a go.

 I went to Bow Music Festival today.

                               

Moved!

Hi everyone - if you haven't already realised I have moved to my new web site at:
http://anncourtney.com

It'd be great to see you there :)

Moving at last

At last I'm on the move. I have a website all of my own, Hopefully it will work well as it combines myPhotography and my Blog all under one roof. It's early days for me with regard to the day to day management of a website and it has taxed my brain quite a bit in the past few days. Have a look and see what you think, suggestions and comments are welcome.

So speed on over to anncourtney.com

No Words

Afterwards

Apart from having more pain than when I went into hospital it's all ok. Damage was found and rectified and in a couple of weeks I'll be back to ……whatever I was before, only without the knee pain. I hesitated to say "normal" it's a bit of a boring word really though I guess it's comforting in it's own way.

For the moment I have a huge bandage on my leg, I suspect as more of a "reminder" than anything else, it wouldn't do to go knocking the wounds, tiny though they are.
What fascinating technology - I have had a camera poking around inside my knee - shame I couldn't ask for a couple of stills they would have made a great alternate photo for
the day…….. I'll have to make do with one of the bandage for now.