FromFat2Wow!
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I went to the gym on Wednesday. It was good. I was only doing a fraction of what I did before Christmas and felt a bit tired halfway through. I had planned to go this evening but thought I would get some more rest and maybe go tomorrow morning.
Now that I got that bit out of the way
Oh my God!!!
Crisps, cheese, grapes, celery sticks, several kinds of dips. Not one cake, not two cakes but, why don't I tell you what they were?
A chocolate sponge cake with two creamy layers and chocolate slab top. A traditional sponge cake with cream and jam filling. A pavlova with what looked like a basket of fruit on top. A large blueberry cheesecake. Perhaps I imagined it but I think there was another chocolate sponge at the opposite end of the table.
When I had a look I felt ill. I had a pain in my stomach. I felt shaky. I felt dizzy. I felt tears coming to my eyes. I'm not sure if I was having a breakdown, cracking up or what!!!
Sitting here typing this - I can still feel the horror of it. I sat at my desk and tried my best to ignore what was happening in the next room.
When people asked me if I wasn't having any - I said no. One person asked why not and I am worried I was a bit aggressive in my response. She said I wasn't when I apologised, just in case.
The guy who said I should have some cheesecake because that is "the only heaven we are gonna get", well that just made me mad. I was really fuming after he said that. Morbid obesity didn't feel very heavenly to me!!!
Sorry guys. I'm ranting now. Thinking about it all now, how I managed to get through I'll never know.
Oh well. Only the away day to face next week. :sigh::sigh::sigh: In March, there will be another leaving do.
Now that I got that bit out of the way
Oh my God!!!
Crisps, cheese, grapes, celery sticks, several kinds of dips. Not one cake, not two cakes but, why don't I tell you what they were?
A chocolate sponge cake with two creamy layers and chocolate slab top. A traditional sponge cake with cream and jam filling. A pavlova with what looked like a basket of fruit on top. A large blueberry cheesecake. Perhaps I imagined it but I think there was another chocolate sponge at the opposite end of the table.
When I had a look I felt ill. I had a pain in my stomach. I felt shaky. I felt dizzy. I felt tears coming to my eyes. I'm not sure if I was having a breakdown, cracking up or what!!!
Sitting here typing this - I can still feel the horror of it. I sat at my desk and tried my best to ignore what was happening in the next room.
When people asked me if I wasn't having any - I said no. One person asked why not and I am worried I was a bit aggressive in my response. She said I wasn't when I apologised, just in case.
The guy who said I should have some cheesecake because that is "the only heaven we are gonna get", well that just made me mad. I was really fuming after he said that. Morbid obesity didn't feel very heavenly to me!!!
Sorry guys. I'm ranting now. Thinking about it all now, how I managed to get through I'll never know.
Oh well. Only the away day to face next week. :sigh::sigh::sigh: In March, there will be another leaving do.