I don’t read magazines. They depress me. Actually that’s a bit of a fib as I do read Slimming World magazine and Healthy Food Guide and I find them quite inspirational. Other than this though, you won’t see me reading Cosmo or Vogue or Heat.
So yesterday I warned you that there was a bit of a rant that I wanted to get off my chest.
When Mr WLB offered to buy me some tantric scales last night, I wasn’t quite sure what to think!
Fucking hell! Who knew a drink could be so crazy?!
…back on track. That’s seven whole days of not eating shite – not succumbing to the adverts on TV for fried chicken, burgers, ice cream, or cakes.
Yeah – I’m afraid it’s one of ‘those’ blog posts – so any sensitive types should stop reading…although I am guessing that you didn’t open a blog post entitled ‘Shitting in a hole!’ if you were that concerned!
I have heard that rubbing things too hard can make you go blind…
…but most definitely not of the tinned variety!
Hello, it’s me. No, not Adele – me WLB!