Once upon a time there was a girl called Chrissie. She was overweight (OK, obese according to the charts) and not yet a blogger (or a binge eater) and she was living in a hotel room during the week with no kitchen or gym. And she had will power, and worked hard, and lost lots of weight. So much so that the lady on reception in the hotel once very carefully asked her if she was ill, because the weight was going even though takeaways kept arriving (for M while she ingested slimfast shakes and did tae bo dvds.)
I miss her. Or maybe I resent her for using up a lifetime's supply of self control and being younger. Possibly both, because I can multi-task. I'm not sure where she went, but it's possible I ate her. Along with all the junk food in the world. Or else she binge ate until she EXPLODED
I NEED HELP
I didn't try to train this morning as I woke up repeatedly all night feeling bunged up and miserable. 'Tis the season to contract a head cold apparently - headache, prickly eyes (especially the one I had surgery on), intermittent sore throat, bunged up nose... Blech. And bleurgh.
Food today :
Breakfast: leftover meatloaf & sweet potato
Lunch: Butternut Squash Soup followed by a yogurt
Dinner: poached salmon and salad
Snacks: gf flapjack + lots of crap
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