New newbies be reading and stuff here; Our heroine had successfully battled her way out of the giant cardboard box she was erroneously posted in, but has left herself with a thousand paper cuts. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it, you quixotic cray-cray people.
Now read on…
Tuesday 15th July 2014
I. Am. Starving! How do people do it, how did I ever do this? I wanna sweet things. I do, I want biscuits and cake that has that gooey centre that is enough to make you put up with Glados in Portal*, I want biscuits that are too big for your mouth, I want ice cream sundaes with sprinkles and chopped nuts on top and I want pipped cream with buttons and … I think I want this! (Just imagine this isn’t that muck but made with decent cream, and you’ve pretty much got it. I blame my childhood in front of the TV. Bah!)
*Try listening to this song and not finding it catchy.
New starters reading here; Our heroine had successfully lost over 60 lbs, but has slowly gained back a stone. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it, you lucky starlight shiny people.
Now read on…
Thursday 12th June: Well, we’ve left the 70s behind us and we’re at number 69. You know what that means!
A pointless Bill and Ted Reference Gif, that’s what!
Day 69 sees our heroine making her way to the pool, as usual, and not eating sugar, as usual. But yesterday I got told that I look as if I have lost a lot of weight, so I am taking that and running with it. And then putting it down, panting a lot, and sitting down for a rest.
New readers start here; Our heroine had successfully lost over 60 lbs, but has slowly gained back a stone. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.
And that you all should hear about it, you lucky people.
Now read on…
Oh lord this is getting difficult. Really, really difficult. We’ve a busy week here in SILS, what with examinations and grading, interviews and a visit for an extern to prepare for. I would love nothing more than to reward myself with a biscuit or seven, to give myself that nice full feeling. Last night, Himself came home and offered me some yoghurt covered nuts, which I had to refuse. Today, I did a mere 1000 metres in the pool and have been on the go all day. I want to reward myself, and say well done, mainly because I feel I’ve earned it.
But that’s nonsense. It’s just been a busy day, I have no excuse to eat up like that. I’m not hungry, I just want my sugar rush. Well tough luck, baby, you’ll just have to get on with it.