So I'm a comfort eater. Whether I'm sad, frustrated, angry or disappointed I eat. Now I'm pretty sure this is not big news but I thought you should know what's in my life to be comfort eating so much. Now this is not an exercise in 'Woe is Gilly!' We all have our problems - blimey I must know most of yours! But for those not in the know I feel I just share (I write a weekly blog - I must share some stuff). I lead a charmed life, and I know some are not as lucky as me, but everyone's issues are their own.
So my eldest child had an operation on Tuesday (to fix her knee after a skiing accident). It's her first time under general anaesthetic. And her lovely boyfriend will be leaving to join the navy soon, and she'll be sad. (Mother's don't like their children being sad).
My youngest child has just passed his driving test. Then he announced that he would be driving to Inverness within one week of passing his test. Now Inverness is only 100 miles away - but it's a hard 100 miles with no dual carriageway and single lane roads. Takes over 2 hours. And it was Tuesday! My tummy was churning!! But he did a grand job... Thanks to the tracking app which told me where he was. Then in exactly one week he'll be leaving me for ever as he starts university! Ahhh sob sob
My baby (4 year old golden Labrador) is on Prozac. Literally, the human medication of floroxidine. She is super stressed and scared of her own Shadow. Sometimes she won't even leave the house.
I have problems at work - can't talk about them here. And my contract ends end of December. Might get more funding but no idea yet. Do I hold on and pray or try to get a new job? You see things are complicated in Gilly land!
Anyway I hope your work woes are manageable. Feel the need to find the biscuit tin? Do what I don't and go for a run instead.
PS no sarcastic remarks please.
When my colleague isn't present at work - 5% hopes they are ok. 95% how dare they leave me alone!! Lol xx
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