Eating

I eventually woke up this morning already tired, which is never a good start to the day.  I've got the 'ump for no apparent reason.  Or, maybe its because I have to go to work tonight and I feel exhausted.

I think I am comfort eating. My mum made a Nigella Lawson chocolate cake/ biscuit effort for Christmas, which I believe has as many calories each bite as an entire Indian takeaway.  That is why its sooo moorish.  Its a little bit sick making but for some reason, today, that isnt stopping me. Nor is the thought that I am going to have to carry it around on my hips for the next 6 weeks (at least).

Jurgs is pottering around doing odds and sods.  I am psyching myself up to go and finish my daughter, Skye's, bedroom.  In a fit of madness I agreed to do it and at the time it seemed like a good idea.....
But this is what she wanted.

It was hard work but I am smugly proud of my art work!

Now, I just need to lift my fat arse up the stairs....god, the strain.