Mr Murray and me are on a healthy eating regime. Well, he is, and I am joining in for solidarity.
For two weeks now, no crumb of bread, no granule of sugar, no ounce of caffeine, no morsel of cheese, no smudge of butter, no drop of alcohol has passed our lips. (Well… in my case this is *almost* true. I might have had some liquorice.) We are brimming with energy, clear skin (and resentment).
It’s great. (Its awful.) On top of that, three or four times a week we have done an early morning HIIT session. Then we come home and devour bacon and eggs (and the thought of that is the only thing that gets me through it). It’s hard during the day – no one else is here and the biscuits call to me.
Be strong! I can do it. Mr Murray has lost weight. It’s good. I’m trying not to, however. Which makes the whole venture rather nonsensical, which leads to a weakened resolve, which leads to the biscuit tin…
I’ve been distracting myself with Inktober – another wonderful project, which I’m enjoying very much. Here are my first 6 pictures (apologies if you’ve seen them elsewhere – I had many emails asking – nay, begging – me to put them here too!)
Here we go! They’re all done on my new iPad Pro, with an Apple Pencil – it’s like working with magic. I love it.
Each day the official Inktober people provide a word as a prompt. I’m linking all the prompts to a woman from history. The research has been delightful. I’m thinking of a book like this.
And you’ve seen day 5 here.
Have a great weekend. I’ll be trying not to eat sweets, and dreaming of cream cakes.