the harbingers of doom
So it seems the universe is ALWAYS BLOODY LISTENING and I have lost 3 kilos in 5 days. Unfortunately this has occurred not through the mystical alignment of my body to its new sugar free(ish) status, but rather the dramatic assault on my internal bits from Wednesday’s work conference.
On the plus side I did get to participate in a spontaneous bout of karaoke with awesome colleagues at the after party, and tube home safely, before the tainted lunch time communal salmon and/or celebratory cupcakes, made contact with my intestinal tract.
What occurred over the next sixteen hours has left me somewhat traumatised. At one point I had to make the Sophie’s Choice of bathroom etiquette and opted to stay on the loo so I could be sick into a towel. I spent yesterday in the foetal position.
Today, the sun is out, and Mr P is picking me up at 4pm for a weekend in Rye to celebrate 38 years of me being alive.
Also: I did not shit myself on the tube this morning. Result.
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Oh you poor thing :( but I did have to have a giggle at your spin on things!!
Are you going to Rye for Wild Boar week?! ;)
Feel better and enjoy your weekend xxx
ouch. I’m now surprised you managed to reply to that email about Hitchins. Or do I not want to know WHERE that email was sent from?
Hope you feel better and have a lovely time in Rye. Sorry we fucked around and missed booking the room, but we’ll be thinking of you from up in Madchester.
sas Replied:
totally tweeted you from the loo
Nic Replied:
That is the definition of #winning
:)
BTW, head to Camber Sands. It’s LOVELY. And the powerstation at Dungoeness if you can – it’s spookey out there.
Oh, and on the sugar free thing. I tried it, kinda. I did the slow-carb thing from 4 Hour Body (bad name, good book). Worked well, esp now I have mostly protean (egg whites) for breakfast, with refried beans (yum, mostly), and I almost never have a crash in the afternoon, which is good.
Of course, if I have carbs for breakkie (toast, cereal etc), I eat 2-3x the calories, I’m hungry (for MOAR CARBS!) at 10, and asleep at 3. Which is, frankly, shit.
So I dont do it anymore. Which is a pity, ‘cos I like sushi :)
Oh Lord! I have to say – and I’ve not even read your post yet – that i’d just finished reading in my google reader a deeply frustrating, new agey, navel gazing post that was so up itself it made me want to strangle kittens and yours was the next one i clicked on. The title just made me howl with laughter – that’s my girl, much more like it! Now to read it…
sas Replied:
strangle kittens? i think that one is in my reader too :)
Poor you! And, I have to say, it’s ALWAYS a result when one doesn’t shit oneself on the tube in the morning, no matter what they say!
Re the Sophie’s Choice of bathroom etiquette – had that. Left butt on seat and reached for the rubbish bin. The wicker bin with a liner that obviously had a hole. As evidenced by the spatter on my feet. Not that I really CARED by then. Obviously. Hugs – and may you always be near a bathroom when you need one.
There is never TMI to make us laugh. Oh thank you!