The short-lived overpriced and rubbishy Chinese across the road is becoming a Lebanese Grill. Mmm...falafel!
Ever since the Financial Catastrophe thing, I've been giving in to my urge to eat junk all the time. It's mad. I've probably stretched my pouch, but it's not just from the stress, I've been feeling seriously hungry most of the time for months.Because I was a bit less frelled before that, I could fight off the compulsion, but not in the last few weeks. Anyway, I googled , and it seems that quite a few sleeve gastrectomy peeps suffer from unexpected ravenous hunger. It's possibly caused by producing excess acid, and they say Gaviscon after eating helps...I don't know if it's a placebo thing, but that seems to be working, a bit. Hope so. I don't expect, or even particularly want to become slim, but I do want to jettison another few stone if I possibly can. I CERTAINLY don't want to risk anything like My Supersize Hell ever again.
Dreamt that I had somehow transmogrified into MAD MEN's ultra voluptuous 'Joan'. I suppose I should have been thrilled, but it felt totally Wrong, and I was desperate to be me again.
It's almost too hot for me, today, but have to admit it was gorgeous. The bloody traffic continues impossible, though.
The lift's still kaput, too.