That sounds like a great gym session, stellar.
And lovely, doddering first proper steps, Brains. I hope your husband is a better patient today.
My eating is fucked, and out of control. I could cry. In fact, I did. I am putting weight on. And fast. I don't feel like I should be here but I don't seem able to do anything about it myself so I thought I'd go for the honest approach, just put it out there, and see what happens.
It's classic emotional eating - life is a bit messy and stressy at the moment, but so is everyone's, and I don't see them eating a family sized bar of chocolate. Of course, they don't see me either because I do it in secret.