Ok kiddo, sorry but I sleep on my back and that deep persistent drumming you hear is the cat you'll be meeting in 4 months time who really appreciates it when you get shitty and kick him - makes him purr lots. He seems to like his belly being massaged by your feet. That's just how we roll.
I eat cured meat like salami (off the deli counter in Tesco - gasp, shock, horror)...
I defrosted some cooked prawns under the tap for 10 minutes last week and stuck them straight on top of a big fat salad that I then drenched in Marie Rose sauce (not the low fat one either)...
I may have drunk Dad's homebrew ginger beer at Christmas that made my legs feel a weeny bit floaty. Sorry, that actually genuinely wasn't my falult although I suspect I should have known better...
I defrosted bread, re-froze it then took it out and toasted it yesterday...
I ate an unidentified canape at Christmas without checking what it was. Not sure that counts because I still don't know what it was...
And I get allow myself to get so eggy it's actual RAGE without calming down with some nice zen like breathing techniques or whatever.
But hey, welcome to the real world, babes. I reckon you're lucky that's all you gotta worry about! 