Oh dear oh dear. Bad bad bad big fatty fatso. I ate and ate and ate for two days non stop; every calorie and carb I could find I shoved into my fat gob. Some of it was nice, some of it was glorious but mostly it was just a vehicle to quell the ravenous hunger I was suffering as a symptom of a hangover x 2. And now I don't want to do anything except stay in bed, but I did that yesterday. I think it's mind over matter and a swim at the very least if not Zumba class as well.
Weight: Fuck knows - far too ashamed to look.
Mood: Heavy and half asleep.
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