I had a good eveningm followed by a lousy one.

I have a good spinning class, and then a one to one here i discovered that i had lost a little weight and (more importantly) had managed to lower my resting heartrate - especially impressive since i had done the spinning class beforehand.

I maybe fat, but according to living well's statistics my fitness is actually rated as "excellent".

Then i swam home in my car, and got called. As i raced upstairs i was screamed at by my sister for not stopping to speak to my mum...i spent most of the rest of the evening in tears uncomforted. After all, i was only trying to do my job, and what mum needed to tell me (about the shower) i didn't need to know until this morning). Of course, mum wouldn't tell my sister off for screaming at me, and when i caugh her alone and said that i thought that we needed to sort out what the problem was...she just walked away.

It reminds me of the old times when dad was alive. Oh how i miss him. My sister is my mums favourite, and i was my dads, and thigns feel lopsided without him.

I think that maybe this sunday i should go and visit my grandparents.

The cheer myself up i decided to look through the world of froud website; their creativity always astounds me.

I really can't wait to move. No more screaming or shouting...only peace.