I am currently practicing the art of self discipline in the form of not telling my SIL to piss off.
She is staying with us for a couple of weeks inbetween house moves. Yes. My husband and I are trying to get into Heaven one day. I can only hope God is watching, because, she’s a pain in the arse 🤣
I am killing myself doing OMAD, obviously. I have an eating disorder. I am unhealthy.
My meal yesterday was as follows:
Kefir yogurt with crushed almonds and walnuts.
Home made hummus with carrot and celery sticks.
A big steak with cauliflower and Brussel sprouts roasted in garlic and ghee.
I also had a carrot and celery juice, with a shot of olive oil.
SIL had her usual bowl of cereal, popped out for a meal deal from Tesco for lunch, and had a Chinese takeaway for dinner, snaked on crisps and biscuits all day. That’s pretty much her usual day of food.
Which is fine! She can crack on. I couldn’t give two shits what anyone chooses to eat. It’s just the audacity of the constant eye rolling, tutting at my food choices and telling me how unhealthy they are that gets to me.
6 days to go until the sale on her house completes.