I'm declaring a pizza moratorium

No, really. Starting this weekend, no more pizza for this fairy.

I am sweating as I write this (yes, yes, I know, TMI, all will become clear). That is because I have been lifting weights. Nothing insane, but pushing myself a bit to try and rid my body of the excess sugar.

Sugar, Fairy? I hear you query.

Glucose, then. I had pizza for dinner and then a slice of cake. And only a palm full of vegetables. We're moving in two days. That was all we had left. Well, BH got the other palm full.

Fifteen minutes later I'm lying in the foetal position groaning

Darn you, Mark Sisson! Thanks to you I'm now hypersensitive to when I eat wheat, (also thanks to not eating it much for a long time and then giving it up for a week).

I am, I think, in sugar shock, or carbohydrate shock, or something. Hence the pushups and shoulder presses and pitiful attempts at a one-legged squat.

Anyway, like I said, we're moving in two days. So all our stuff bar the bare bones is in an undisclosed location (well, it's in a garage. Two garages, actually) and we're living with two plates and a Hoover. All rental accommodation must be cleaned to a professional standard before leaving! Sigh.

Still, it'll be nice to get a break. My last day at work was Tuesday. Off to pastures new soon! (Hopefully.)