Dear god, if anyone had come into the kitchen at work approximately 2 minutes ago they would've been disgusted. I was disgusted. I just cut a slice of chocolate cake and literally rammed it into my mouth.
The woman that came out of the kitchen was composed, fresh and looking serious, as though I was an incredibly busy and important person trying to get on with my day. No sign of the cake-guzzling witch who had to clean up the crumbs and chug a glass of water to get the inevitable chocolate goo out from between my teeth.
The mental image of how a colleague would have seen me had they come in before I'd cleaned up should really put me off doing it ever again. In reality, I suspect the secret kitchen chuffer will rear its head at some point. I mean, it's quite fun in a way. It's a very lame way of being a bit naughty at work.
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Relatives are delicate things
Well mine seem to be anyway. I've come to the conclusion that regular contact - weekly, at the absolute minimum - is the only way to guarantee their health.
I'm pretty good at keeping in touch with rellies, but I've noticed that every time I hit a busy (or just plain lazy) patch and a week turns into a month (or two), the next thing I know is that they're poorly, in hospital or generally not doing well.
My grandad was taken into hospital last night with fluid on the lungs. I haven't called him since my wedding in July. It's not like I meant not to call, you just get caught up in your own busy life sometimes. And yes, some of it is laziness. Either way, I feel worried, guilty and a bit ashamed. My grandad is the last of the grandparents, and although it seems he'll be OK this time, I'm adamant I'm going to call him at least twice a week. And see him at least once a month. Not just because of my strange theory, but because when he does finally potter off to the big comfy sofa in the sky to join my grandma, I want to have spent as much time as I possibly can with him. He's a lovely man and I know it's difficult for him without my grandma being around, they were proper soul mates.
I'm pretty good at keeping in touch with rellies, but I've noticed that every time I hit a busy (or just plain lazy) patch and a week turns into a month (or two), the next thing I know is that they're poorly, in hospital or generally not doing well.
My grandad was taken into hospital last night with fluid on the lungs. I haven't called him since my wedding in July. It's not like I meant not to call, you just get caught up in your own busy life sometimes. And yes, some of it is laziness. Either way, I feel worried, guilty and a bit ashamed. My grandad is the last of the grandparents, and although it seems he'll be OK this time, I'm adamant I'm going to call him at least twice a week. And see him at least once a month. Not just because of my strange theory, but because when he does finally potter off to the big comfy sofa in the sky to join my grandma, I want to have spent as much time as I possibly can with him. He's a lovely man and I know it's difficult for him without my grandma being around, they were proper soul mates.
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Ooooops!
Yep, that was a bad idea. Just spent £47.50 at M&S.
NEVER shop when hungry.
But I did get breakfast and dinner for the rest of the week, plus 3 days of lunch and lots of cheese.
I do love cheese.
Cheese probably isn't my friend when it comes to weight loss, but man alive, there's nothing like a slice of Jarlsberg to make you feel cheesy and nutty all at the same time. <insert obvious comment here>
Oh god. I've over cheesed. Which is funny considering I actually bought a prawn salad for lunch. Not sure how that happened #cheesyprawns
NEVER shop when hungry.
But I did get breakfast and dinner for the rest of the week, plus 3 days of lunch and lots of cheese.
I do love cheese.
Cheese probably isn't my friend when it comes to weight loss, but man alive, there's nothing like a slice of Jarlsberg to make you feel cheesy and nutty all at the same time. <insert obvious comment here>
Oh god. I've over cheesed. Which is funny considering I actually bought a prawn salad for lunch. Not sure how that happened #cheesyprawns
Not a great start
Ok, so how many blogs start 'Ok, so...'?
Loads I imagine. It's not hugely inspiring and I don't really have anything interesting to say at the moment, but that's because I'm at work (shhh), I'm hungry (everything looks like food at the moment) and I'm irritated that ONCE AGAIN I've left lunch until after 2pm. This is no way to run a healthy eating programme of virtuousness and amazing weight loss success. Especially when you had 6 oatcakes for breakfast and a pretty constant stream of nuts and raisins.
Nope, this is the way to drift subconsciously towards the fresh cheese scones in M&S, whilst someone (not me, of course) piles in 'treats' such as crisps, samosas and cocktail sausages.
Be strong, my child. Come back with salad and a shiny halo.
Wish me luck. (Luck)
Loads I imagine. It's not hugely inspiring and I don't really have anything interesting to say at the moment, but that's because I'm at work (shhh), I'm hungry (everything looks like food at the moment) and I'm irritated that ONCE AGAIN I've left lunch until after 2pm. This is no way to run a healthy eating programme of virtuousness and amazing weight loss success. Especially when you had 6 oatcakes for breakfast and a pretty constant stream of nuts and raisins.
Nope, this is the way to drift subconsciously towards the fresh cheese scones in M&S, whilst someone (not me, of course) piles in 'treats' such as crisps, samosas and cocktail sausages.
Be strong, my child. Come back with salad and a shiny halo.
Wish me luck. (Luck)
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