I comfort eat.
There I've said it .
Another elephant in the room
I love my food too much and recently have begun to waddle
Gay Man waddling ....
Is worse that Dead Man Walking
I'm back on track from today.
Fresh lemon water to drink and a vegetable stir fry for lunch
No snacks except fruit .
No scotch eggs.
No biscuits at Samaritans
God help my bowels .
The stir fry took an age to eat and even George huffed and walked off after sensing there would be no left overs to eat.
I've spent an age arguing with a dim teenage call centre bod about my nursing registration , it should now be processed within 6 weeks ( and had been put on hold until my enquiry God Knows why).....usually after such phone bun fights I reach for the nearest colourific savoury .
Today I bit the fuck out of an orange