Suffering = Snacking

The dentist has a lot to answer for.

The trauma of my mouth being invaded led me completely astray from my healthy regime. As you know, I treated myself to a sausage baguette after my appointment (maybe I said roll before, let’s just call it a “baton”)

The fun didn’t stop there, I had an omelette for lunch, as per the Lean in 15 cookbook, then went on to devour several Ritz crackers five pieces of fudge and four Jaffa cakes. If there had been a partridge in a pear tree I probably would have had that too.

Exhausted from all the eating, I fell asleep, waking up just before the boyfriend got home. I cooked us pork chops with creamy greens and a not so secret side of mash potato, which I wasn’t supposed to have. Sleeping is not cardio.

A while later I found myself in the kitchen cupboard, with a spoon in one hand and a jar of Nutella in the other. This was not going well.

Not surprisingly, I felt groggy and sluggish, which I could probably attribute mostly to the wine I drank the previous night, damn those grapes!!! I should probably avoid wine for a bit.

14 hours later, I meet a friend for lunch and order a bottle of sav blanc. I did, however, avoid my usual Jalapeno cheeseburger and went for the chicken superfood salad. Yes, I ordered a salad, I am no longer dodging them, just occasionally sidestepping them.

The wine on top of a fairly empty stomach caused me to fall asleep at 8 pm. I woke up at 6 am…