Good morning, and I hope you are all having a fantastic Summer!
I haven't been around for a few months, due to change of job, change of rented house, and dodgy internet, but have mostly managed maintenance, sitting at 9st for all that time (up and down a lb or two but always returning).
I have begun to binge a bit in the last two weeks though (pizza, a sandwich even, mostly bread-based stuff) and it's entirely emotional eating. Long story v. short: 6yrs ago police had to assist me out of a very abusive relationship, left with precisely £0, no house, badly paid job in new town, and fear of everything. Decided never again, took on additional research job for evenings, gardening work for weekends, and pretty much worked every day for the last 6 years (longest holiday in that time 2 days over Christmas with parents). In order to... get a deposit for a house. Which I have done.
All being well, we complete on Friday. It's perfect. It's the old lodge house of a country estate so peaceful, it has an aga, open fireplace and woodburner, a stream, potting shed, beeches, pines, summerhouse, yew hedges (all crammed in a bit, it's not huge!). And I am having huge cognitive dissonance issues trying to realise that the last six years are no longer what my life will be like. Instead of scraping (literally) every penny together for a deposit, I can go out again - eat out, go to the cinema, buy a hat just because, even maybe a short holiday at some point. Up and down doesn't even begin to describe it!
Hence the bread, which, btw, has given me the most evil-smelling gas, so cannot be said to be much of a treat.
Sorry that was so long! First post in ages though 