Confessions From A Binge Eating Overweight Runner Who Needs To Stop Taking Himself And His Junk Food Addiction So Seriously
My tone on this blog of late has been dour.
I apologise for this.
I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t always such a big girl. I am. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a girl.
Even if you are a man.
I’ve been talking to God on this here banana and He tells me that if I don’t stop depressing you with harrowing reports of my Pot Noodle addiction and/or laments about my ailing knee, then he’s gonna give me a 2nd arse and a horn on my forehead.
Real world concerns.
I plan to eat that banana after the conversation has ended as apparently they are free on the Weight Watchers diet.
That is certainly something.
I always feel awkward whilst eating a banana. It’s impossible to find a holy angle of attack towards your mouth. You always end up feeling like something of a slapper.
Or at least I do.
That’s my excuse for not eating bananas anyway.
If they made bananas in pie flavour, then we’d be onto a real winner.