11.8 But I am angry and anger makes me want to eat and eat and eat until I am fat fat fat.
I am hungry for the first time since October. I am ravenous. I am so out of love and so cross and so fucking starving. I don't care what I eat; yesterday it was doughnuts and chocolate and copious amounts of alcohol with some very cosy tv and a curled up position with cushions all afternoon. This sadly must stop.
Today will be a four LL day today. Then I will go to Zumba. Well, I might not manage the four potions and nothing else but I will at least go through the motions. I can do it. I have to.
If I just shift a few more pounds before my holiday it gives me scope to eat whilst I am there and not worry too much.
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