Stupid safari.

So I had a nice long post, with beautiful winter thinspo, and then safari dies and blogger doesn't save it. Rubbish.

I made gingerbread cupcakes

and gingerbread people to decorate them with.

The Christmas expansion has begun. I can feel it. My legs swelling, my stomach bloated, my body retching, hating me for what I'm doing to it. By next year, I will be able to wear oversized sweaters and it will be beautiful. For now though, I'm just doing damage control. I can't weigh myself until the 28th when I am able to go back to my flat and go to the gym. It's probably good, means I'm not freaking out about my weight every morning. But I know I'm going to have gained so much. Being at my parent's means there is always food available, and always food cooked for me. I love cooking, I miss it. I obsessively weigh each ingredient and count calories while I'm making things. For instance, one miniature gingerbread man is about 50 cals, and a cupcake, 175. It's like trivia. It's fun, and keeps my mind working. It's also a secret though. So I baked to keep my mind active. I made 12 cupcakes - one for daddy, one for Megan who I'm meeting for coffee in the morning, six for Sarah, and that leaves four for the first four people I see. There's a lot of gingerbread men and women, I only baked half of the batch. I'm not too sure what to do with them. I will probably end up taking the rest to Andrew's family on boxing day along with the white chocolate and cranberry cupcakes I plan to make. They sound so beautiful in my head, I hope they work. I'll be using white chocolate liqueur and white chocolate chunks in the cake and then a very dark chocolate cream topping with white chocolate stars on top.

Tomorrow:

breakfast: a couple of sips of milk, maybe 1/2 a banana

lunch: black coffee, satsuma

dinner: Wagamama's with the family. I'll probably order a salad or a rice dish.

Easy. Time for a quick workout before bed. x