Morning 
I have gotten back into bed instead of tackling the housework. Currently snaffling yoghurt with toasted almond flakes and rasps, with a cup of tea.
snowie man, moaning and grumbling is totally allowed, nay required from most of us at some point. I have done entire posts consisting of only swear words..... That's the point of us all getting together on here isn't it? Those on their uppers lend strength to those needing it, and then, all change and vice versa! Even if you feel you've been on a 'downer run' for longer than you judge to be 'your fair share' nobody else minds! There's enough of us to carry those who need it, and you will get to a stage where things feel differently at some point, but often things come in cluster fucks so you just feel totally wiped out and useless and crap. AND YOU'RE NOT!! You are a strong, caring, amazing woman. Right!
thumb absolutely loving the science. I can never remember any shred of it when I am not reading it directly, but I am past caring what any other fucker thinks. Dp is entirely committed to the woe and it's just habit for us now - although he does regularly go off piste with pints of beer if he goes out to a gig or what not - which is his choice. I even had one of my mates who gave me a hard time bring up the whole breakfast news item/aussie cricketer thingy and retract her argument. I was so trying hard not to be a smug bastard
pseudo you may have a severe case of 'sympathy fatigue'... It sounds like you've been Atlas, holding up the world. Can you get some time to yourself? Or perhaps reward yourself for being so bloody excellent by throwing money at the situation, even like getting a facial or a manicure or a massage? Actually, I'm hankering after a facial, purely and simply because in the past when I went for one of those Decleor ones, where they inspect you under the big lamp, the beautician has always said "ooh you're skin's a little dehydrated - try to drink more water"
I'd fucking love to see what they'd say now - I'm practically drowning in the stuff!
Now, the daily weighing has had some interesting results this morning. I felt like I may have overeaten a little yesterday - it went like this
B - two scrambled eggs/three rashers(ish) streaky bacon/big handful fried mushrooms
L - Big handful of rocket dressed with olive oil/half a can of tuna with crappy hellmans mayo cos ran out of deloius/king prawns/olive and feta out of a tub (half tub)
D - Broccoli tips and spinach leaves fried up in fatty beef stock/small hunk of cold beef/other half of tin of tuna with shitey mayo
then went to me buddy's to morally/physically/emotionally support her whilst her ds had a party in their house for his 16th. That was fucking hilarious We basically hid in her room, and listened to the mayhem downstairs. It all went off exactly as expected - terribly naice middle class teenagers getting wrecked in various ways. One girl took 'md' (is that MDMA? or some awful 'legal high' - I'm so out of touch these days) and lost the plot a little, but then seemed to pull it round and was mortified. We suspected drug use from the others but saw nothing blatant apart from that, and towards the end of the evening there was the obligatory crying jag from another girls, who was insisting that nobody understood, she was so and so's best friend. I sat with her for a bit and asked if she'd been drinking vodka by any chance......
Anyway, by that point it was one o clock in the morning, and I was suddenly famished so ate hummus/celery/cornichons and bastard peanuts. I knew I would regret it today, and lo and behold, it showed up on the scales. I also know I drank too much tea. I've been having tea with a splash of ff milk, but limiting myself to two cups per day. I went over by a cup, and again, I felt it would have an impact. I was up marginally on the scales, but I don't feel despondent, I feel..... sciencey..... I am working this out, and discovering how titchy little my margin for error truly is. It's interesting.