Mummyfried

This week I threw caution to the wind and let myself go. I felt free, limitless, unchained and alive. I averaged on about three mini snickers bars a day. I breathed out and let my stomach just hang. I challenged myself to think on my feet, I forced myself to decide within three minutes, what to wear to work each morning. I let nature take over in the hair (facial and on head) and nail department. I worked back - very late, concentrating on work, rather then wondering how the girls and Mr Lucky were coping without me. There was no guilt. I let the house rest, there were no daily after work whirlwind, guerrilla style tidy up drills. While on my lunch break, rushing to get another snickers bar, I spotted my reflection in a shop window. This unkept, tummy hanging over belt, jeans too long for chosen shoes, helmet haired, dangerously close to having a mono brow person had gone too far. I forgot the snickers, returned to the office with my tummy sucked in. I tied my helme...