I am spending most of today idling.
Normally I arrive at a nice hotel near the international airport in Mumbai the night before an early start to catch the 10 o’ clock flight to Dubai but I have tired of spending the day on a plane so have decided to revert to coming back overnight. I’m not sure this is going to work out particularly well but there’s nothing I can do about flight scheduling.
I’d planned to get up early to use this hotel’s beautifully equipped and ultra-modern gym but due to a packing failure I have not brought the correct undergarments with me. I suspect that this was a subconscious self-sabotage. I feel guilty now, despite knowing perfectly well that I would probably not have spent long in the gym anyway. Having had an unpleasant surprise after getting on the scales this morning for the first time in a couple of months has doubled my guilt. It’s back on the 5:2 for me next week.
So instead of the gym I shall catch up on my blogging and do some knitting. I have become one of those loathsome people who can’t just relax and do nothing without fretting about it. Publicly.
We shouldn’t feel guilty about having the occasional day of doing nothing much, but we do. x