I finally got hungry enough to get changed and leave my flat to buy groceries. I think my tolerance for hunger gets less as I get older. So now I have milk and eggs and sausages and bread and biscuits and crisps and frozen dumplings and ginger beer. I debated (with the self) about whether or not I should go… I think the deciding factor was that I probably won’t go out tomorrow either, so I might as well.
Maybe tomorrow, somehow, I will find enough motivation to go to the gym. Or maybe not.