I had my first drink in over a fortnight yesterday. Then I had another one, and another one…and my friends witnessed the fall-out. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, actually. It really is true that you get drunk quicker if you’ve not had a drink for a while, though. Apparently, you also get a hell of a lot more hungover. Anyway, after that brief (planned) lapse, I’m now back on the wagon again before I go to Australia, which is in less than two weeks! So far I’ve dropped half a stone by eating healthily and skipping the booze, and I do not intend to put any of it back on by being lazy.
I can barely move my foot today. Earlier in the week it started to hurt a bit and I thought I’d just strained it a bit with my exercise (see, this is what happens when you exercise). Then one day I woke up in so much pain I was convinced I’d broken my toe. Then it was ok again, to the point where last night I put some heels on for a bit. This morning? Swollen up like an old lady. Fun fun! We (ok, I) have decided I’ve pulled a muscle, and the constant walking on it is stopping it from healing.
Apparently most bloggers spend their time talking about their weight or their ailments. I’ve managed both today. Aren’t you proud?
