I went.  I survived.  And I got a completely accurate weight.  Which wasn’t as high as I expected.  And if it all goes well this week with my red days and green days and free foods and healthy extras and A’s and B’s and Syns and all that (my head is spinning!)  I’m pretty sure I should not see that particulary weight again.  Or even the same first number.

My head hurts.

The secret is officially out.

I’m off to Slimming World in about ten minutes.

Anything could happen in the next half an hour…**

*I considered titling this post “Eat Drink and Be Merry for tomorrow we Die(t)” but as I had pizza for lunch and all I could think was “This is the last meal of the condemned woman” i figured that worked better for a title.

**bonus points if you can tell me where that quote comes from.

I signed a confidentiality agreement when I first started at CAB.  And that I can cope with fine.

I’m usually good with other people’s secrets (although it does help if I know that it’s supposed to be a secret).

Really not good at keeping my own secrets.  I frequently think “oh I’ll keep that possibility/opportunity/news/whatever secret for a while until I know more”  and invariable that lasts a few hours, maybe an afternoon.  Then I’m on the phone telling people.

Last night I was discussing something with some friends and we reached a potential agreement over something (which will be decided for definite in a little bit).  They both know my dad and I was like “hey if you see him, don’t say anything I think I want to keep this quite for a while.”  That was at 6 last night.  They figured I’d last about a week before saying and I agreed with them

Got home an hour later just before seven and I was soooo tempted to just pick up the phone and call my mum and spill the beans.  I didn’t.

And I still haven’t told her.  But only because she couldn’t come to the phone when I rang.

23 hours and counting.  I think that might be a new record.