I don’t know if this is down to domestic contentment, or just a subconscious determination to achieve middle-aged spread, but my food intake seems to be reaching alarming levels. I’m cooking more than I need to, I’m having second helpings of everything, and I’m eating shit food at bad times of day. Crisps after breakfast, cake with every meal, confectionary snacks late in the evening….
I blame work (as I do for most things) The journey there and back is so boring and depressing that I’m eating chocolate in the car just to keep myself occupied, and then I’m just carrying on..
Yesterday I ate a packet of caramel chocolate digestives on the way home, then ate the curry Philippa had prepared in the slow cooker, then had a big bowl of Shreddies at 10pm before bed. So today I’m wondering whether I’m destined to be fat again, and my farts are smelling like an alien’s bathtub.
RC 8-8-14
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