I'm finally here again and determined to catch up with you all. Have tried to catch up with this thread over the last couple of days but just not quite managing it. Have totally given up on the main BC thread and bootcamp for now. Sorry BIWI. 
Sayra sorry those stupid old judges obviously didn't know their arse from their elbow. And I loved your nipple tassles. 
He spent yesterday evening in frozen terror with tissue paper hanging out of his nostrils as I was getting properly cross
This made me choke on my tea!
Hope you feel better soon Trashy, it all sounds bloody awful. I think you should go back to the docs as it's been going on so long. You must be getting dehydrated too. Probiotics sound like a good plan.
Notso I wish CrazyCocker would walk round puddles... she prefers to plunge in up to her waist, and then pee in the middle of them.
She doesn't like going out in the rain though. 
Peony
a last minute refusal to go to the beach then going for a bike ride the day after would have had me very
indeed. You're either ill or you aren't!
Eva well done on getting a grip on the eating. When you've finished with it, could you pass that grip to me? Actually I haven't gone overboard silly like before, but definitely not eating properly low carb. Just haven't got the head space to devote to it right now. I haven't put a load of weight on, though I defo need to lose half a stone and preferably a stone, still. My abdomen is very bloated though, and has been for a while. Odd pains and discomfort too, so really need to go and get it checked out. Probably my endometriosis playing silly buggers, but I must admit the dread phrase 'ovarian cancer' keeps niggling at the back of my mind. I'm sure it's not - a flare of endometriosis is vastly more likely. Anyway my size 14 trousers are tight around the waist again, even though I'm over a stone and a half lighter than when I first started BC last year. Which is annoying.
Sayra ooh Sweden, how exciting! I went for a long w'end in Stockholm once, a long time ago, and loved it. Very beautiful. Expensive though, especially booze.
Elma I often skip breakfast but couldn't skip lunch. And certainly not dinner, that's the main event of the day!
Holger onwards and upwards and away from the bread!
Stunt loving your bum. Now that just sounds very wrong! 
BIWI have a wonderful holiday.
All ok here, other than off piste eating and annoying tummy as described. Spending every spare moment trying to find a car to replace the one I crashed a few weeks ago. Have now read dozens of used car reviews, thousands of used car ads, thousands of random things about the merits of deisel vs petrol, the 1.8 LX vs the 2.0 ghia etc etc ad infinitum.
I. Am. Totally. Fucking. Crap. At. Making. Fucking. Decisions. 
I drive myself round and round in ever decreasing circles until I'm spinning on the spot at a hundred mph. Hopeless. I haven't even been to see a fucking car yet - by the time I decide to ring up about them, they've been sold!
In desperation at my panicky state of being over the last few months, I went to the GP last week. Had lost my temper and really shouted at DD over something relatively minor... I asked her to go out into the garden for five minutes to get a breath of fresh air and move her body a bit, before we started doing some learning. She argued, huffed and puffed, stomped around and finally pulled a garden chair, scraping (knowing I can't bear sounds like that) across the patio to sit in front of the patio doors, arms folded, staring resentfully down the garden.
Who the fuck could object to spending five minutes (or fifty) in a garden full of flowers, birds and a wildlife pond, on a gloriously sunny day at the height of spring? Who? Who FFS????
Having been determinedly patient all day with her through gritted teeth whilst conducting the daily torture (for both of us) session which is maths lesson, I was then unprepared for such random unreasonableness and lost my temper. Ended up in floods of tears (both of us) and I felt like an absolute shit for upsetting her (she can't really help it, and she's a lovely kid).
Sooooo, doc has given me a low dose of propanolol, a beta blocker, on top of my usual antidepressants. It's worked like a charm and I feel so much more normal. Still get anxious thoughts (am absurdly anxious person) but when I haven't got a constantly racing pulse and knotted stomach, they're a lot easier to put into perspective and I'm not overwhelmed by physical feelings of panic. In the first 24 hrs my BP went from 132/90 to 118/80, and my resting pulse rate from 84 to 68. I can't remember my pulse ever being below 70bpm! 
With my newfound clarity, I've decided to sign DD up for an online secondary school. Now I've just got to persuade her dad to pay half (more, ideally, but that's unlikely) of the £2300 a year fees. The people who run it - www.interhigh.co.uk - are partnering with these people - www.weyecademy.com - to start a state online secondary. If it gets approved, it will open in Sept '15, so she could move there and do her GCSEs for free (it can be expensive home edding to GCSE level). The thought of someone else teaching her (who is actually a good teacher!), and handing over the responsibility for her day to day education to someone else is like lifting a weight off my shoulders tbh. I can think of disadvantages to an online school over a bricks and mortar one, but for DD with her particular situation, I think it'd be the best fit for her. It would still let her keep her current close friendship group of home ed kids, too, which is really important to me (and her).
Right well that's more than enough SMS from me. Must go back to obsessively looking at cars. 
Lurve ya all.