Oh smashing, another "eat less cake" thread.
I am overweight. BMI close to 40. Size 22. I have an eating disorder. I am a binge eater, comfort eater, call it what you will.
Let me tell you about my day.... (not that you probably give a shit but here goes anyway)
Fuck all sleep last night. DD is not sleeping well atm. DH has taken to sleeping downstairs so it's all down to yours truly to sort out.
Really busy, awful day at work. Unpaid overtime again, when I had taken a pay cut recently to reduce my hours. Cut a long story short - I spotted someone else's mistake and stopped a massive problem for my company only to get a gobful of shite from the customer because all is not hunky dory.
Drove home in a pea souper, driving like a twat in the fog to get to dd's nursery before it shut.
Then to Asda. DD understandably doesn't want to shop at 6pm but needs must. We were away at the weekend and need essentials.
Get home. Find time for uninterrupted wee, during which dh tells dd she can watch a dvd (even though it is already past her bed time). I put a stop to dvd shenanigans and get told by my three year old that she loves Daddy and I am not her friend any more (yes I know she doesn't mean it but it touched a nerve)
DD has a tantrum. DH in huff beause I won't allow him to let dd have her own way in order to avoid the tantrum.
I start doing more work while he puts her to bed. He comes downstairs and cooks while I work. Eat tea, do more work.
I am withdrawing from ADs. I am recovering from my seventy ten hundredth chest infection of the winter.
I feel like shit. I need to sort my life out but don't have the strength just now. So if it's all the same to you I will drag my lazy lardy arse to the fridge and eat the entire contents. For those few moments, I might actually feel a bit better.