In case you wondered where all my body heat went, it went to my gut to offer succor during the digestion war raging mercilessly in my tum-tum. I’m so bloated that I actually made a tasteless joke about beaching myself in The Thames… (disclaimer: I felt as bad for the whale as anyone, so get off my back about it. 😉 )
Anyway, the foods haven’t been out of the ordinary, nor have the quantities. I just seem to have gone all weather-balloon shaped between the upper and lower naughty bits. Dinner did me in. It’s freaky and for a minute I even caressed my bulbous girth as if I were with child. (This, for those new here, can never possibly happen.) I can only imagine that the hideous gas bubbles and demolition blasts of digestion are akin to what it must feel like to have a little squidsy growing in there. Fortunately, my gravy-laced ‘pregnancy’ will pass and I should return to a sensible size again. In the meantime, I’m gonna have to put some more layers on – I’m chilly!
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