Today, I got some presents in the post. A compilation of the newspaper comic strip “Elvis” (standard issue in the Stockholm edition of Metro). I read “Elvis” every morning for a good year and a half and nearly teared up at being reunited with a neurotic, anthropomorphic turtle in his mid-30s. Deary me. Anyway, the book also came with TWO BAGS OF SWEETS. Life is dangerous.
I realised after yesterday’s post that it may be an idea to share a little bit about my own body image, I welcome any body image discussion in the comments by the way! Have always been a believer in Talking Things Out, and where better than on a fairly anonymous blog? I am 5ft3, that is roughly 160 cm, tall; I have not stood on scales for a Very Long Time now, but last time I was forced to do so (at a health check), my BMI was “overweight”. I have been overweight since my tweens, but mostly get told that I do not look it (out of kindness mayhaps). Now I feel that I have given away far too much information, and think that we should look at breakfast.
(By the way, is ANYBODY else keeping a food diary? Would love to hear about your experiences!)
After which the mail arrived.
Which had me hopped up on sugar until mid-afternoon.
Then everything took a turn for the worse.
I mean it.
So I tried to hold out until dinnertime.
No, I made these!
Make of it what you will. Water count ~1l, which is really bad considering I ran today.