1.30am and I'm feeling very bad. And to make it worse, I think it's my fault.
Appetite has continued to be small lately, and today I genuinely wasn't interested when Lovely Hubby offered me a late brunch. So we went to The Kitchen Garden for dinner, the first we've had in a couple of months, and I haven't eaten anything. Then I pig out.
I was far too full well before the end of the meal but when you've no money and it's a special, spending-time-together thing, you don't want to be a spoilsport. So I cleaned my plate.
And now I feel awful. Woken up by terrible stomach cramps, and think eating nothing all day then ramming a load of food and a pint of cider down one's throat may not be the way forwards for a happy life. Perhaps those who say little and often have got it right? Am definitely going to ensure I eat at least twice tomorrow. Not feeling like this again!
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