I'm usually quite diligent when it comes to work (honest!) but today was a total write off. People thought my pale face and occasional stifled retching was due to some kind of illness. And I swear I didn't sober up until at least 1pm.
But 'every cloud' and all that - when I ventured out at lunch I must have notched up at least 3,000 steps going from shop to shop buying lard-based offerings that I hoped might just appease the hangover god. Alas, after 2 M&S cheese scones (once a thing of rare beauty, now de-cheesed and tasteless), a chicken and mushroom slice, a jumbo sausage roll and a pork pie, I just feel disgusting as well as hungover. Not even the bag of Revels and Wispa bar could help.
Inputting these things into myfitnesspal is enough to make you weep - 'you are 947 calories over your target'. Holy crap batman.
So with that disaster over with, I just need to navigate through Friday breakfast tomorrow and then it's *drum roll please* - cheat day! I know cheat day really should have been today considering the lard count, but there's no way I'm watching my husband gorging himself all day and not getting involved.
I've been under my calorie allowance every day so far, so surely it'll all work out in the end? Right? RIGHT?!
Ok, probably not, but I've got a cunning plan. The husband loves castles (as you do) so have suggested we visit Ludlow Castle on Saturday - all that walking up turrets and plodding around the grounds will help to counteract the inevitable face-stuffing of banned goods.
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