I hate my job. Actually I don't hate my job. I hate quite a lot of the other "professionals" I have to work with and I hate having such a high workload that I can't physically get everything done to the standard and timescales I would like.
Any hoo. The result of my shitty ass day is that i was so fucked off when I came home that my usual trot around the block just wasn't going to cut it (yes I have started to like it). I ran round the park instead...first time....2.5 miles. Good for me that. Only walked a bit near home. I hadn't eaten nearly enough during the day because I didn't stop so I ran out of steam too early.
Have had a massive stir fry and a smoothie to make up for it. Had 3 pints of water and am happy once more.
Have made chilli anchovy dressing for tomorrow too, I love it, I love it so much.
Give me recipes for healthy food, or something motivational, You lot are shite at being supportive. Arsey girls need help too you know.
Any hoo. The result of my shitty ass day is that i was so fucked off when I came home that my usual trot around the block just wasn't going to cut it (yes I have started to like it). I ran round the park instead...first time....2.5 miles. Good for me that. Only walked a bit near home. I hadn't eaten nearly enough during the day because I didn't stop so I ran out of steam too early.
Have had a massive stir fry and a smoothie to make up for it. Had 3 pints of water and am happy once more.
Have made chilli anchovy dressing for tomorrow too, I love it, I love it so much.
Give me recipes for healthy food, or something motivational, You lot are shite at being supportive. Arsey girls need help too you know.
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Despite fears for my increasingly shaky sanity and desperation for any female company I got involved in the kids new schools' 'World Food Day' and painstakingly homemade 4 12" pizzas including a seafood pizza of anchovies, tuna and prawns that was the envy of all the yummy mummys- all I needed was a pinny and mascara to denote my total emasculation..