Day 2 back on track

In the morning there were no plain bagels at Tescos so I had to buy one with salmon and cream cheese and a spot of lemon and so I scraped the cream cheese into my bin at work and so there was only a tiny bit on there. AND I had had my Omega 3 for the day so I was feeling pretty good about myself.

There is a new thing they do in the office where we all have to drop everything and go and have coffee together at 11.00am. This is meant to enhance relations and promote teamness or some shit. Since I hate everyone, and prefer to sit over my desk ignoring everyone and snarling into my phone, this is particularly excruciating for me. Today was my first one, and I took my own black coffee so I didn't have to have any more calories like milk. I sat in the corner trying to look unapproachable and not eat the tea cakes, while people traded boring shit stories about their sorry lives. I was gazing insolently out the window until the conversation changed to the people who are on the Ramadan, and one of them said that he had lost a stone since he was on it. I perked up instantly. 'Whats' this?' I asked. 'That is BRILLIANT - so nothing passes your lips in daylight hours you say? Interesting, interesting'. Note to self to google Muslimism after lunch.

Then I was even more INTERESTED later in the day, as Gay John obviously read something sparkly and distracting about medical matters and decided he had diabetes. He texted me from the doctor's waiting room saying "Honey everyone here is hideous or deformed. I'm going to Ugly. I am in the waiting room to Ugly'. Anyway he seemed to think that he was ill because of his blood type and passed on to me a new diet idea about assessing foods you can eat by which dissolve into your blood type or something. Apart from the fact that Gay John knows nothing about anything medical, it sounds like a dumb idea, and having food dissolve into your blood stream sounds painful.

So in the afternoon, having Googled both, and considered going religious or getting a blood dissolving disease I thought I might continue to follow my own regime of eating less and exercising more. It's less annoying for other people at least.

I had a vegetable and hummous wrap for lunch and then two pieces of sushi. I then had an overwhelming desire to see Jake so I got on a bus to Oxford. Problem with this was I had to eat his food when I got there, and he can only cook three things. He also dishes up huge portions, doesn't go easy on the oil and I dont have the self control to stop him. So we ate Chilli Con Carne for dinner. And I didn't run. Not a great day, but compared to what I've been eating, just having three meals a day is ok. Don't judge me. Also I looked in the mirror and I have the beginnings of Cankles.