Fat
This week I've eaten a hell of a lot of junk.
Monday: Fish and chips from a takeaway in Cleethorpes
Tuesday: Sausage, bacon, baked bean "cassoulet" (an insult to the name but that's what we call it)
Wednesday: Pizza from Tesco with salad
Thursday: Big curry in a restaurant in Leeds
Friday: Just phoned out for pizza...
Gillian McKeith would have a field day with this.
Last week I drank alcohol virtually every day and ate several three-course meals. I think I need to overhaul the menu. I'm looking and feeling slightly dreadful. Before long my jeans won't fit and constipation will be inevitable.
Having said that, perhaps life is too short to worry about such trifles. My personal philosophical position on the matter is undecided.
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You know nothing of over-eating…