It’s 11.13 and it’s still the first day and I think I am beginning to panic. If I’m this hungry after a few hours and not an ounce lost how am I ever going to climb the 50 pound mountain that’s facing me.
I’m getting a hot water bottle and going to bed. I wonder do you dream of stuffing food down your throat when you go to bed hungry.
I read somewhere that tomorrow will be another day so I’m hoping that I will wake up to the new day ready to face it. If my tummy keeps whinging at me I’m going to have to give it a stern talking to.
The leader at the meeting today asked if anyone had gone on vacation. One lady said: “No we are all broke.” After a brief pause she continued: “We are all fat and broke.” That got a laugh.
See ya. Wouldn’t like to be ya.
