I’m here! And guess what, I’m on another DOWNER! Don’t ask me why, I don’t know what the hell is going on with me, nobody has rattled my cage or anything (for a wonder!). Just utterly, utterly fed up at the moment. I could just pack an overnight bag and bugger off for a week on my own somewhere quiet with no TV, no internet, a box of wine and a journal. I wake up fine, bouncy if the scales allow, and the more the day goes on, the more meh I’m feeling. Didn’t help that I had to buy a massive triple layer chocolate cake for youngest son who turns 10 on Thursday. It’s on my dining table taunting me.
Decided to leave the camping until next week. Go on Tuesday or something rather than this Friday. Might be a bit quieter then too. Picked up a few bits to take. But I’m just not feeling it this year. I’d normally have the living room full of camping stuff by now, ready to bounce.
Hello Runforfun, welcome. God help you. Not the diet, no, that’s fine. I’ve lost 32 lbs in just over 6 weeks. It’s amazing. Just… God help you here. Run for the hills and don’t look back. It’s like Royston Vasey in a forum thread in here… ๐
Tokyo, eat the sister in law. Problem solved. No offence to any vegans but… eat her. Otherwise, no idea. Tell her to bring her own food? Or ask her what you can make for her? Wilted kale on a chickpea wrap? I’m no help.
Going to take more than a ******* bath bomb today, I tell thee… I think the elation of turning 40 has worn off, and it’s quite possible that I am having a mid-life crisis. Apologies.