It's only a few hours after my glory post and I'm feeling shit. I had my healthy dinner... followed by a couple of slices of toast I really didn't need, weighed myself to be the same as yesterday (well duh, of course you will be you know by now to weigh weekly and not daily stoopid) and now I want to delete my blog, forget any of this hopeful shit ever happened and go binge my heart out.
Why do my moods flit in such a fickle way?
And jeepers if I do stay and this continues we're in for a thrilling blog full of inspiration and insight... "I binged".... "I didn't binge".... "I want to binge".... "I binged".... "I didn't binge".... dull dull dull! I'm an intelligent lass I'm not entirely sure how my life got reduced to this.