Gemini, I agree with Glenn - if you know the relationship isn't working, and you think he feels that way too, why not be the one to wield the axe? Do it gently but emphatically so that there's a chance of staying friends - you must have liked one another a great deal once, and you're still the same people.
The urge to binge must be a very difficult one to resist, but you can do it. You're a runner, you can do anything. Remember that eating a bit extra, or eating something "forbidden", isn't a binge, doesn't need to lead to a binge, and doesn't need purging - it's normal behaviour for a woman under stress! Don't even say "back on the rails tomorrow", say "back on the rails and into my running gear/bath/telephone call to friend as soon as the clock chimes the hour".
It's a gorgeous day here and I really want to run, but I'm stuck in with the students until 5pm. Hope it stays like this till tomorrow as I'm taking Kevin walking in the Malvern hills as practice for her Ben Nevis expedition. Which reminds me - if any of you kind souls haven't used up all of your charity fund for this year and would like to sponsor Kevin's expedition, please e-mail me and I'll send you one of her Gift Aid forms.
Ate a tin (well, half a tin - Mr V-rap had the rest) of cannellini beans with an expiry date of June 1996 in my veggie chilli last night. Still alive. Must check the back of the cupboard more often. Only found them when I was selecting what I thought was nice tinned food for Ivor's school Harvest Festival.
I had a good heckling experience yesterday afternoon. Towards the end of my 7-mile run, on the way to collect the two littl'uns from school, the pavement was blocked by about 20 senior schoolkids waiting for a bus. One of the girls pointed at me, and four or five of them started pointing and chanting "tramp! tramp! tramp!" (well, I was in my scruffy gear). So I stuck a smile on my face, upped the pace, and ran straight at the chanters. The sea of scum parted with impressive speed and I ran on without looking back. Yahoo!
