Ho Hum.

Blah. Not miserable but flat, can't really think of much to say, or write, of course, that might be because my brain has gone a.w.o.l. I have been a complete dimwit today. I forgot how to drive, it took four goes to park at Sainsbury's FOUR. What? I am a parking whiz normally, backing that old bus into any space in a jiffy. Today I couldn't do it! Idiot on wheels all day.
I suspect, though hate to admit, this is entirely due to my lack of enthusiasm to eat well. Ugh.
I am a little bit cheered by the fact that at least my head is beginning to feel the pull back to happiness. Food happiness that is. My head is happy when my mouth eats good food. My mouth is happy when when it eats chocolate and scones ( made at 4am by H) with jam and cream.
Damn mouth seems to be stronger than the head . Mouth also seems to be in control of hands, hands feed stupid mouth, making head equally stupid and cross and unable to be cheery and clever. Stupid mouth, bad hands.
There is a meeting at weight watchers tomorrow, I want to go but am unsure whether stupid mouth and hands will let me.
I wish I had a lovely fat friend that would come with me so I could be all competetive and show her what a crappy friend I am because na na na na na I'm going to lose more than you fatso.
I wish I had a bossy fitness coach. Someone to get me on the go and back to charging my way to school on foot.
Am I strong enough to say that tomorrow I am making myself get back to the happy place I was so recently? Head is so loudly yelling YES! Mouth isn't saying anything, is very quiet and probably wishing it could think about galaxy, hmmm can't think about it without head, there you mouth, take that! head isn't going to think about chocolate, now what are you going to do about it?
Anyone got the answer? Help me out here, someone click the switch and turn that determination back on...pleeeeeaaaasssse!