Fecking Hungry

This was sometime in the last two months. Who knows when seeing as I lost my previous notes. I don’t December, January. Actually I think December

OMG I wet for a swim for the first time in years the other evening, having finally sorted myself out with membership to the local public gym, which has an Olympic sized swimming pool.  I didn’t do nearly an Olympic sized exercise session, not sure I’d be able to – but I did manage 625 metres worth of swimming.  

And OMG I forgotten how fecking hungry swimming makes me.  I’m not kidding I feel like I put away most of the content of my fridge afterwards, that’s despite having made sure to have a carby snack earlier in the day, as I knew that I get peckish later. What with the time it takes to get to the pool, swim, change get home. But I thought I’d be peckish, not fecking starving!!!! Flippin heck.

When I got home I had a really big dinner, but no word of a lie, a couple of hours later, I had my head stuck back in the depths of the fridge, looking for something else to shove in my gob.  My scales were not happy with me the next morning – how could they be, after the quantity of cheese, ham, biscuits, nuts and feck knows what else that I demolished the night before.   I have got to find a solution to this challenge, because I’m not giving up swimming just to I stop myself from eating the entire contents of the supermarket shelf.  Equally I don’t want swimming to contribute to me gaining weight again, just cause I get so hungry afterwards. 

Solution is required.