When you're at home, in your own environment, you develop a pattern over time. A daily rhythm - you know your limits, what works, what you can and can't eat, how much sleep you need etc.
Now that we're away from home, i've become disorientated from my straight and narrow path and i'm now learning how quickly all this steady progress can go to pot.
I'm lying in bed, feeling as sick as a pig.
Good food, great company and a familiar place (Claudia's sister in Bielefeld, Germany) is a potentially dangerous mix. Fine if you're particularly disciplined.
If you're like me, you get lost in the moment.
Conversation, croissants, coffee, cheese, nutella, salami, orange juice - NB this is a continental breakfast!
I'm forgetting things that have been carefully learnt - subtle mealtime choices that make the difference between a good day and a nauseous one.
I have to remember (and i'm reluctant to) that i'm not 'normal' anymore, in the eating-department. I cant just forget or i face the consequences.
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