I am dreadful at taking a break from exercise, the older I get. If I even do it at all, I start to eat terribly. So then that starts to bum me out because I'm gaining weight, not as active, and generally feeling like a bin bag full of wet laundry.
Fortunately, my favourite toastie shop reopened, so I went in for a mac n cheese toastie. It was also Charlie's birthday, and we had a curry. On the same day.
In semi-related news, today I ate vegetables.