Delicious MSG...(T-minus 38 days until wedding gown browsing...)

Bless me Santa for I have sinned, it's been two months since my last chinese takeaway.

What is wrong with me!?? I ate the worst possible type of takeaway food this evening.

Massive.Angry.Face.

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Now usually I am coerced into such a heinous act. But tonight? Tonight I did it all by myself.

I've had a painful upper back and neck for a good few months now and it has recently worsened following starting running and getting my wobbly botty back in the gym. Now being a physio and all I'm aware that I have some issues with my posture and I should be doing what I know will work (practicing my lifting technique, altering my sitting position at my desk, stretching, strengthening etc) but instead I've been going for monthly sports massages which hurt like a motherlover, cost me more money than I have and only ease the issue for a day or so (sensible).
Anyway, after an evening of sitting slumping in a crap chair yesterday for a work strategy meeting, my right upper back (traps - if you're interested) has been KILLING ME today. Worse than I have ever felt it. So much so that it has made me a bit of a moody moo all day. Luckily, my massage was scheduled for this evening! Yay! the only thing getting me through today was knowing that by 7pm, the beastie would have been pummelled to within an inch of its life.

Sadly, when I arrived for my appointment, despite my incessant attempts to emphasise that I wanted her to focus on my worst area, the part that feels like it has a moderately sized great white gnawing away at it, she totally ignored me! She was more bothered about trying to smooth away the 'apple sized' knot in the middle of my back - which by the way I had no idea was there. Bothered.

But, you know, ludicrously, I smiled and paid the money and even thanked her - for NOT doing what I asked her to do!

After that I was so pissed off at myself really, that the only thing that could sort me out was some salt and pepper chips. Obviously. Oh and erm...a bottle of Kopparberg. And now my stomach is doing flip flops and my face has that sickly alcohol glow. All engines are go for a settled nights sleep then!

Pfft.

Anyway, tomorrow is a new day! Clean all the way! I can do it! Pray for me!

My new mantra - getting pretty good at it! (image credit)

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