How did this happen? Let’s just say I’ve been a bad girl.
Or, I’ve been a bad rugby player… I haven’t set foot in a gym since I was
preggers (altho I have fond memories of that; random people in the corridors applauded me for just being there) and
I’m nowhere near as strong or fit as I should be. Since end of season last year
I haven’t been sweating in a sports related activity AT ALL (shame on me). When
you go from that, to surprising your body with a four sessions a week schedule,
something is bound to happen. And it has. Let’s just say food bills are on the
rise.
In my office window, I don’t have flowers (they die on me
anyway). I have a tray of boiled eggs and avocados, like an absurd mockery of
famous still life paintings. When my colleagues have a cup of afternoon tea
with a vanilla cracker or a couple of grapes, I shovel down spoonfuls of kvarg
topped with my favourite nut mix. It doesn’t help – I’m always hungry! My
daydreams used to be sexual, now they’re gastronomic… Well, I am a Joey after all. We like food. We dont' share food.
Another Joey: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0Tn0HSVq7E
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