I have a really rare, and therefore kind of daunting, empty looking weekend - barely any work, no other obligations (and no mates that want to see me either but, pfft, their loss). It's stormy and cold so I'm just staying in and carding.

I'm not very good at staying in or staying put, which brings me onto reason two why you need to make me write cards this weekend. Doctor this morning at bollocked me because I've stress starved my way into the underweight zone (apparently subsisting on carrots, sauerkraut, tomato soup, hummus, the occasional egg and one massive cake is not the way forward for someone in the 'very active' zone. Who knew right? Not the private chef that studied dietetics at university it seems...) so for every card I write, I will be reminded to cram a piece of chocolate in my mouth.

The aim of this is to write as many cards and eat as much chocolate as possible. I want a biiiiiig stack of cards to mail out on Monday and at least a kilogram on the scales (we're looking at a 3,500kcal surplus over the next two and a bit days then chaps. That's...a lot of chocolate).

Be my cheerleaders and make me sit still and eat stuff!

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