9am Up. Breakfast. Coffee. Happy Sunday.
12pm Run an ‘easy’ 3 miles when I was supposed to run a ‘difficult’ 4. Oh well.
1:30pm Rush to make avo on toast with cherry tomatoes because I’m running late. Some salted almonds. Yuuuum.
2:30pm Treat myself to a latte on the train. Really need to stop doing this for the sake of my bank account.
4pm In Basildon visiting boyfriend. Happy as Larry (and I’ve heard he’s a happy guy).
7pm Boyfriend cooks dinner – roasted veggies, couscous, turkey and halloumi. Yuuuuum of the highest order.
8pm Get some news that makes me feel a bit funny. All emotional reserves are used up trying not to burst into tears, so when boyfriend offers me a Gü cheesecake for dessert I eat it without protest. This is definitively Against The Rules and the most sugar I’ve eaten in 11 days. I don’t enjoy it (I barely even taste it) so does it count? (It definitely does).
9pm Two gin and slimline tonics. Sad.
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