A little piece of Havanna

Last night we were at The Sage to see The Orchestra Buena Vista Social Club. A wonderful night!
Omara Portuondo was inspirational - and still breathtakingly beautiful - at 80.


I now know that I must learn to Salsa dance.

She shoots, she scores!

Today I reached my target weight.

I got weighed this morning and realised I’d shifted those last couple of pounds and met my target. My BMI is now officially ‘normal’!


While I do feel a real sense of achievement, I’m also surprisingly nervous. I guess it’s because I have focussed on my fat all my life and then became totally absorbed by the wls. First it was worrying about being fat and wanting the surgery, then it was surviving the surgery, then losing weight and working towards my target.


Now I’m here and I’m going to have to start thinking differently.

Balanced energy or closed mind?

Have I mentioned my Monday night evening class? A friend and I are doing An Introduction to Holistic Therapies. It's a taster course to help us decide which therapy we might want to pursue in greater depth. So far, we've tried aromatherapy, Indian head massage, basic massage techniques and decluttering our lives (actually, I missed that one as my life was so cluttered by the threat of Ofsted that I couldn't get there in time).

I've enjoyed all the massage-related sessions and have really felt positive effects, both as giver and recipient, but I'm struggling with the 'Energy Therapies'. As you might be able to tell by the use of inverted commas.

Last night we were introduced to Colour Therapy. Hmmm. It started badly. Our tutor put down a crystal angel ornament on a pulsating, flashing coloured light source and turned the lights off. I started to laugh to myself. Couldn't look at the people I sit with as I could detect shuddering shoulders and supressed hysteria all round.

'Look, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to turn that off! It's like being in some kind of mystical Studio 54 - almost as bad as the whale music from week one!' K again. I've mentioned her complaining before.

The laughter just errupted from there. The tutor knew she'd lost us.

Sometimes I feel like I'm living in an Alan Bennett play.