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Today I stepped on my scale before breakfast as usual and my weight was up a pound. Of course it is not the pound itself, but the sensation of being always fighting for nothing; first when the scale was stable and not going down, and now, that I have managed with great effort to go back to intense exercise, weight is up again. I am still in my period and it is hot, so I’m probably still bloating. But it is not the best way to begin a long day at work.

Parties came and passed by, and I don’t know still if I have done the best (or simply good?) choises. Summer hit us last Saturnday, and then left us until today (maybe). Last Saturnday I finally got permission, both from my husband and the weather, for my first seasonal hike.  I had planned to climb to the Fort de la Turra, a panoramic place near Moncenisio lake, just passed the French Border. I had never been at that particular Fortress, but all the place is full of XVIII and XIX cent. remnants and the view is stunning on the Peaks of the Vanoise National Park. Could you believe? The road was closed for works (and nothing was signalled on the National Roads website…) When it comes to destiny… So I parked the car at Ferrera Cenisio, the smallest village in northern Italy and walked for two hours on the Route Royale (The Royal Road that travelled across the Mont Cenisio in the past, for carriages and coaches, and it was always open, even during  the harsh winter months - and is now a hiking trail). Not bad. But I’m still eating randomly, with the doom of convivial reunions during the final examination that began on Monday. Today my energy is very low (I think is quite visible from this entry…) I think I’ll take a nap, and then an aerobic DVD is waiting for me (too tired to go outside)

Ten days after… and it’s still midnight. It seems that I can’t do both things, either sleeping or writing. Luckily, my husband sleeps somewhere else, so there are no questions around (why don’t you sleep? why do I fall asleep in front of telly while I used to be night owl etc. etc.) Truth is, today he went home from work at ten p.m., and my work load wasn’t light either, so now I’m still rushing on adrenaline and tomorrow afternoon I ‘ ll be probably dozing with my cat. Term is over today, and before the final examinations we have a lot of things to prepare (we are both teachers : this means I have my work and his, because he never learned to use a pc - and that’s why he will never read my blog).

Danger zone is not fatigue: today after work, I had to run errands and walked  a good 2,5 km , tracked by my pedometer hidden under a loose jacket, and back home I did some weight training. Danger zone was last week end and our lovely friend who is a faboulous cook and lavished us TWO faboulous and creamy desserts ( and the rest of the dinner) . And summer holidays means also end- of- school parties. One of my classes has invited us to a fashionable cocktail party at one of the best cafés in town, the one that at  the aperitivo hour (before dinner, from six to eight p.m.) is so crowded that people make car stop in the nearby street. Help… I know I can sip a tomato juice and have  a very sex and the city look ( without the sex, for sure) but how boring… And besides, it’s still pouring rain and i begin to have visions…