Woke up this morning not feeling very well. I felt dizzy, a little nauseous and I could shit through the eye of a needle at 40 paces (excuse the vulgarity, it was one of my late Grandmother’s favourite phrases). As far as being sick goes this type is one I would prefer just at the moment. This probably sounds a little weird but I do have a logical explanation. See when I have got sick in the past, I have used this as an excuse to eat whatever I liked. Comfort food as such, as it made me feel better. However feeling like this, I don’t feel like eating at all, so that is why I prefer it to be this type of illness.
By midday I was feeling much better. I had a small amount of pork crackle for a snack. I worked until about 7 O’clock and then came home for dinner. Leanne had made those delicious buns again and we had steakette and egg burgers with hollandaise sauce. It was absolutely delicious and because I had not eaten much all day one wasn’t enough, so I had a second. I felt guilty after this because i felt over full although satisfied.