Monday - February 7th 2011 - 'Calories that bite'

Meh – I feel ill – I spent all weekend tidying my brother’s disgusting flat, Seth helped me (he says that it should be testament to how much he loves me for the things he endured in that flat.) It was horrendous. But now I can stop having nightmares about the place and the mould and my brother’s well being, for now anyway.
Dead fish inside mouldy pillows, mould growing on clothes for being damp in a wash pile for a year, mould growing on crockery, food that expired in 2008, it was bad, you weren’t the OK?! You weren’t there!

Now it’s clean. Ahh.

My only qualm is despite the fact that I eat like a super health freak, which I have somewhat become, at the weekend I say, 'OK – let loose a little, manners before menus.' Ya know, that sort of thing, especially as it’s the time I go off and be a little sociable, not very, simply a little. But wowza my eyes have greyed, no longer the pearly white eyes of last week and I know it could be a physical manifestation of the horrors of the flat but really it’s because I have eaten shit loads of shit. Bad food makes me swear. Today I felt just gross, like I had a cold, my head was in a fug. A fug I tell you – can’t wait to get back to my brighteyed, bushytailed self. I hit the lemon juice HARD amongst all my other herbal, nutty, seedy, hempy type foods. I’m hoping a salty bath and the last few chapters of Bridget Jones are enough to at least mean I don’t wake up tomorrow with the junk hangover I did today.
This week I am concentrating on taking care of my liver, really getting it good and cleansed.
Oh and in response to a request that little Ellie gets more time on my blog – here are some pictures of her as a power ranger. Her and Teddy have told me that the bad giants in the BFG would be no match for them two as power rangers as long as they had their light-sabers. I like it as a relative statement – sure he’s hard but how would he fare up against the baddies in the BFG? Eh?