Well it’s not overall a great Saturday. My day for sitting around, blogging and reading is over shadowed by Divorce, tension and anxiety today.
I’m trying to get my husbands name removed from the gas bill but the phone just rings out. Severn Trent seem to think I use more water here alone than a family with a baby, that one I at least managed to resolve and the direct debit is re established at a sensible level. The Halifax can’t talk to me over the phone about taking Mark off the mortgage so I have to mix my pads class next week to go and tell someone about my finances so they can tell me I can’t afford the mortgage on my own (which I know) and possibly, if i’m really lucky, actually tell me what my options are to proceed.
I still have to deal with cahoot and see the husband. He of course said he’d come over Saturday with no indication of time and has waited till lunchtime to answer the question and let me know he’ll come over this evening. Again no indication of time, so I am spending the day trying not to obsess over the conversation I don’t want to have with him.
I’ve been comfort eating the last day or two. I know i’m doing it and don’t want to but I can’t seem to help hit. Deeply frustrating. Will mention this to the Wizard on Tuesday when I go for zapping.
The good news is that on tuesday after the Wizard and sorting my will out (oh the joy) I am going to one of the Leicester colleges to discuss a join up with Young & Un:Bound. That is quite exciting and cool.
Paws in the Porridge 
I’m so sorry, hon. If there’s anything I can do, let me know. *hugs*
Thanks hun.
Every once and a while, comfort eating isn’t an option, it’s a requirement. Trust me. She said, looking at the macaroni and cheese.
yeah, I guess maybe. It’s just that it’s been a huge thing for me to get over dong it that I hate to slip. Still, I do so much exercise it’s not doing too much harm.