I’ve had a week-long stomach bug. I have to say, I quite enjoy a little stomach flu; probably in a way that only a girl can, especially post christmas.
All the sweating, shivering and vomiting aside – I’m quite happy to be a few pounds lighter at next to no effort. It really doesn’t feel like dieting if you genuinely aren’t hungry. Let’s face it, anything that gives me a relatively painless kick-start to the new year diet is going to be welcomed.
The only downside is, obviously, still having to drag my sorry arse into work. After a day of almost solid dry-boaking, I’m exhausted. The journey to and from work has jumped up a notch in the discomfort stakes, now that everyone is back from their Christmas Holidays and absolutely determined to CRAM themselves onto the City Sprinter.
Anyway, I need to go. I feel an attack of the dry boak coming on and I still need to put cat food out for Gemma who is currently scream-miaowing in my face.
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