A miserable failure!
That would be me, the miserable failure.
I have been away for two days on work. Sunday started badly when a pizza SCREAMED at me from the menu to be eaten. OK so I didn't have dinner, but, 8 slices of pepperoni spicy cheese probably isn't on anyone's diet - aside from the I want to be a fat pig diet.................
The rest is Darren's fault. Well actually Jan his wife. She got the brandy out at dinner on Monday night up on the Silver Coast. I have felt like s**t today and have scoffed every fat laden calorie to balance a god awful hangover. Oh well, if you are going to blow it, at least do it spectacularly.
Stringent measures required tomorrow and new scales as I have officially become Kate Moss or Calista Flockhart's sister. My scales said I weigh 4kg. Yes, no zero missing 4kgs. On the basis my boobs weigh this alone, I know that I should not be celebrating, but assume the scales are wrong.
C'est La Vie, we knew this would be tough, but as Scarlett said.
Tomorrow is another day. Just need Rhett Butler now.................. :-)
Off to bed with peppermint tea!
Night Night xxx
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