stuffing

My recurring nightmare had a new twist last night. I was unable to text info to the police because my phone was encrusted with chocolate. I'd scoffed far too much sweet stuff again last night and went to bed feeling ill. So the plan is I'm going to start taking better care of myself – If I don't do it, who is? I'm still only partway through my fab book on being my best friend, and the current section is on taking care of yourself and the test revealed a minus score. I know I'm good at looking after others but I never seem to get round to it for myself. Every morning I offer my kids a multi vitamin tablet and every morning I fail to open my own packet right next to it. So today, I am going to phone one of my lovely friends who I don't think I've spoken to yet this year, instead of taking phonecalls from mums in need. I am going to have lunch before going to run the group instead of just having a piece of cake when I'm there. And I guess I'm going to have to look at that big hole that I keep trying to fill with chocolate.