Just like the ones I used to know… ha! Yeah, when I was effing 14 years old with a chest as flat as an eight-year-old boy. Hang on, nothing’s changed…
So as I lay me down for some sweet slumber in the wee hours this fine Saturday morning, I ended up dreaming about the one thing that has been plaguing my every thought – especially the last couple of days.
My dream:
Fast-forward to Tuesday, my inevitable meeting and weigh-in and possible fave day of the week (nothing like a good yarn with my beloved Fat Fighters regulars). I step on the scales, dreading the worst after munching my way through a delicious week (all true) only to discover I have lost 2.6kg in one week. Ha!
Then I was awoken by the sound of my hammered roommate and her friends stumbling in the door at 6am this morning and I learnt the sad news: it was only a dream.
Don’t let the bed bugs bite, kiddies. ‘Cos they do… HARD.
