Blood was 6.0 this morning nom nom nom nom...
Did yesterday's walk again this morning nom nom nom nom nom...
Got home and haven't moved my Disappearing Ass from my desk all damn day - no walking, no biking, no hiking, no nothin', and an insatiable foody lust for EVERYTHING nom nom nom nom nom...
It's like there's a demented tapeworm in my guts, that wants to reach out to one thing, stuff it in my face and rach out in the opposite direction for something else, whatever else comes to hand before the swallowing's done.
Technically - TECHNICALLY - I'm not doing too badly - had a big-assed coffee for breakfast, and an enormo-assed lunch - a small frozen pizza (400 cals or thereabouts), PLUS beans on toast. Mid-afternoon yoghurt and banana, and a couple of handfuls of trail mix throughout the day. So really, I'm OK today if I don't eat annnnything else until I close my eyes.
The trouble is, I'm sitting here, wanting to take a chunk out of my own desk, and teeth be damned!
Just occasionally, I wish I could take out my own gluttony and punch it right in the face, y'know? I know people say that primitive physical violence doesn't help, but I have a sort of sneaking suspicion that it might just help me...
Newsflash for ya - tomorrow and Sunday's entries will be coming to you from Amroth, or rather Marros - going to share a cottage with Lee, Rebecca and their mutual friend Gary in celebration of the turning-40 of Lee. Older, more dedicated readers will know the Amroth deal - usually can't get a signal worth a damn, so will save up the entries and post them, dated, on Sunday night when we get home.
For now though, arriverderci, Disappearers, I'm packing up and packing a hire care and buggering off to the seaside...
Mmm...fish and chips...candy floss...iiiiiiiiiiice creammmmmmmm...
Oh, shut up!
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