o deary deary me.... l had forewarned that this weekend was going to be a writeoff.. and l was correct in my assumption.
TERRIBLE.... simply terrible.
First there were the three pints of bulmers, beef burger with chips, half a tub of cookies & cream haggin dass and galaxy chocolate friday night.
Then there was the remainder of the haggin dass icecream, toast with v-mite, three pints of bulmers, quite a few cups of vodka coke and TEXA CHICKEN (good god!) on Saturday night.
And lastly after a few dates with the toilet and not really moving the whole day, l finished up my health filled weekend with bacon and eggs, orange juice, coffee & chocolate milkshake, kebab and a creme egg for sunday...
Not to mention the twirl l just ate - but hell... its International Womens Day! I'm allowed to spoil myself...
The menu today boasts some delicious options, but l feel l will go with a salad...
My bum is vibrating strangely - l'm hoping this is little tiny fat cells bursting and not me getting a serious bout of diarrhea...
15 mins on the bike is not enough to do anything - and as the scales tipped between 89.40 and 89.90, l stopped it at 89.50 and ran for my life....
Chicken, bacon and mushroom risotto with an entire tub of creme fraiche dumped in the pot, l'm feeling the only appropriate thing to do at this point is whip out the chocolate molten puddings and pray to god my arteries don't clog in the middle of the night and l live to see another overweight morning.... good ol Americas Next Top Model... nothing pushes me to eat quite like an hour of Tyra Banks narcism...
sigh... tomorrow will be better?...
Dil over xx
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