Man, who invented the need for food? I swear if there is such a thing as a Jesus (there isn't) I'm going to smack him upside the head when I die. I did breakfast this morning because I was supposed to be going to a day of post work set building..well more like a couple of hours so I figured going with breakfast and then a smaller dinner it would see me through alright. So after work I went to a mini Tesco nearby to grab some sort of meal deal to eat in the car and that was where the first round of problems started. They didn't have any sushi type stuff which was what I was originally planning seeing as how I have been trying to cut back on the wheat. So instead I grabbed a wrap thinking it was less dense than bread and therefore not as bad. Anyways, that plus a bag of 50 calorie fruit pieces and some water and boom, dinner sorted.
Get dropped at the..lets call it the workshop. Get dropped at the workshop and wave mum off as she abandons me and I'm stood pressing the bell (they keep the door locked during the day too)...nothing. No one and nothing. So I'm like right...press it again. Nothing also. Two big knocks....bell...knock again...futilely attempt to find the phone number via crappy Blackberry internets...get bored and walk across town for the bus. So that was a thing. Good for the walking anyways I guess. (Turns out the bell is faulty and they couldn't hear me knocking..I now have the phone number for next time). I also happened to cross paths with Holland and Barret and they had the zero noodles stocked. Noodles made of magic which are only like 4 calories per 100g. So that's a thing I'll be trying on not fat day! Anyways, grabbed my bus and then walked home from that and I was already feeling a tad peckish. I had some leftover calories so I had a Malteaser bunny and a cup of green tea.
Anyways, tea rolled round a little later and mum had done steak, chips, a little salad and some onion rings so not the very bestest of tea times calorie wise but I figured with the walking and the planned exercise it wouldn't be too too bad. Then dad was like hey, want a piece of this crusty bread and jam before we have to chuck it out?
Yes. Yes I do. Screw my wheat cutting down and screw anything else, I need a slice of that toasted with jam. And I did. But it was a small slice and previous rules apply. I've just finished doing my exercise. I was bargaining my way out of not doing it again because quite frankly I can't be arsed sometimes. But I dragged my fat ass on there and we finished up X Men 2 (I refuse to remember that number 3 exists so that's the end of the X Men journey for now). Post work out I figured I'd bum about the internets for a bit because I'm off work tomorrow and I figure a late shower doesn't matter tonight...and now I'm hungry again. Tea was like just under four hours ago and I plan on being awake for a canny few hours to come...and I'm hungry. Not starving mind. Like, two slices of toast hungry. But that's two slices too many. I'm out of calories. I could stretch to maybe an orange which I think I might have to do later..but I don't want an orange. I want something tasty and filling.
Too long I've been caving in to eating when hungry I think to the point where I just used to always graze to stop ever feeling hungry. Instant gratification. Not a good thing really. So I'm going to sit here and be angry and hungry and moan a little bit about it to myself (and apparently on the blog) and basically hate the world for having so many tasty foods so accessible to my podgy little arms.
Still, worth it for the promise of hip bones right?
Tatty boo x
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