Oooh, my tummy hurts! Was it the three sausages with barbecue sauce I ate for dinner? Or was it the rice snacks I wolfed down that contain non-FODMAPS friendly onion and garlic powder.
Oh, I know! It may have been the teeny slice of lemon tart I had for dessert.
Oh no, hang on! It may have been the packet of chicken chips I had at work.
Yes, it’s been a bad day. Crazy considering yesterday’s blog was all about how I don’t want to let myself go. Hopeless.
Do I get any sympathy if I tell you that I am battling a chest cold with a chronic cough? I couldn’t perform my wifely duties last night because I was hacking away – coughing, that is. I overdosed on Rikodeine – THE world’s best cough medicine – that knocks me out, but makes me groggy in the morning.
So I woke up this morning tired, with a groggy head and feeling like a frump. But the good news is that the massive pimple on my chin has started to go away. There’s always a silver lining, eh?
I had the evening to myself tonight which explains the bingeing. For some strange reason, when I know I have the house to myself I get this strong urge to eat, eat, eat. Like it’s my own dirty little secret. And yes, there have been times when I’ve hidden chocolate wrappers in the bin by wrapping them up in tissues.
My hubby has started a 9 week photography course in the city, so I have the kids to myself every Monday from 5.30pm. And it’s now 10pm. And how did this little black duck spend her time? She ate bad food which gave her sharp tummy pains and the runs. Sorry to be so graphic, folks!
But to balance out all that self sabotage, I was kind to myself and watched Episodes 7 & 8 of Season 5 of Mad Men. Don Draper. Sigh.
So in the words of my favourite heroine Scarlett O’Hara – tomorrow is another day! I now have a FODMAPS cookbook, so there are no excuses. Actually, that’s not true. I’ll find an excuse and I’ll probably just cut and paste this blog again in a few days time! Or I’ll just try harder tomorrow.
Stay tuned!
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