Bright and early.

I'm a morinng person. I can't help it. My body is used to early starts and there's no way I could sleep longer than until 6am.
So, up already, had my breakfast (Weight Watchers vanilla yoghurt, a boiled egg, a slice of Ryvita with light cream cheese) and a proper espresso (instant coffee is one of my pet hates), and now I'm ready to cycle to Brighton. That's over 60 miles cycling. And over 2000 kcals burned. Plus, it's good fun. What's not to like?
Just finished reading Marya Hornbacher's "Wasted" again and, again, I am amazed by the sharpness of her mind and the brilliance of her writing. What I really like is that she's not preaching, not giving the reader a nice, neat, clean ending but instead makes you wonder about the implications of having an eating disorder and its influence on life. I've read quite a few books on the subject, but none of them moved me so much, none of them was as real and harsh and brutal as this one. It's not a typical teenage diary of a perfect little girl who wants to be even more perfect. It's not a sob story with a miracle at the end. It's a honest picture, and it's scary. Some people claim it may be "triggering". Triggering, my arse. Terrifying, more like.
Oh, and by the way, I was 124.3 this morning. So it looks like I was right to buy this dress!