Fat Phil

It's finally time to write about my experiences at camp... but I'm going to do this blog first. My reason for doing it now isn't that I haven't got anything more productive to do it's just that I can't be bothered as I feel especially grumpy today... which on any normal scale of grumpity if flipping well grumpy. I haven't actually got any good reason other than the fact I don't feel especially well which in itself wouldn't be an issue seeing as I don't think I've ever felt especially well in my entire life but it's the fact that I've brought it entirely on myself by being a greedy git.

Most 'normal' people stop eating once they've had sufficient calorific intake to keep them going.
Then there's the people that stop eating once they're comfortably full.
'Some' people will eat and eat until they're absolutely stuffed.
Then there's people that'll eat to the point where they start feeling ill.

I fall into a whole different category where I keep eating and eating well beyond the point of feeling uncomfortable or ill and will sit with a biscuit in hand telling my stomach to hurry up and make a space so I can eat it... not normal... not normal at all! Glutiny is a sin and I am most certainly a sinner. Not only am I a sinner but I'm a big fat pudding too. I can barely fit into my leotard at ballet practice anymore.