I did a body test at the gym the other day, and the moral of the story is that I need to eat more, and when I work out, I need to eat *even more* more. I try to eat real food (when I don’t have my period) most of the time, so that means eating every few hours or so, just so I can get in all the cals my body needs so it doesn’t think it’s dying and massively slow down the metabolism to survive. I’m not actually hungry, but I need to keep shovelling it in to “stretch my stomach” (true story). I’m sad from eating.

On the flip side, Husband said that is why Dwayne “THE FUCKING ROCK” Johnson looks so good.

So there is hope for me yet.