The food and the wanderer...

I seem to attract bizarre happenings here in Paris. I must say, when I woke up and wrote the last post, I had already woken up several times - the first in my clothes, as I fell asleep randomally whilst laying in bed - this was 9pm. I woke up, weighed myself and saw 52kg. I should never do this as somehow instead of thinking, oh yeah I am finally getting there, I think, oh yes, this means I can eat.

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WRONG BRAIN WRONG BRAIN WRONG. WRONG!!!!! Just. NO. OK, got that brain? GOT IT?!

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So anyhow at 9.30 I could not really take the headache and stomach pains so I thought ok, really need to study today, lets go get some food. Now it was credit card, which meant I had to spend a minimum... but I did ok, I got *ahem* SHHH baguette, dried mini pack of apricots, the DARN tasty soya orange bics, and a diet coke. Well I soon found out that the headache was officially the lack of diet coke in my body. Which tells me I am actually an addict. I usually drink it all the time, but I really dont have much money, and used the last 5 euros on my card this morning... so it took a slight back seat and I said it is ok. I don't need diet coke to fuction. HOW I WAS MISTAKEN. This happened when the doctor told me to stop drinking any form of caffeine, to see if my weird chest things were related. They wernt, they still happened 2 weeks off of coke goodness.. but I was shattered and unable to do anything... so I should have realised sooner.

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ANYhooo I have tangented.

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So I bought those foods and sat down next to Les Halles and started to munch them. A stranger approaches and in French asks me for directions to St. Germain. I give them to him. He doesn't leave. He sits down next to me. I am not someone who can say, look I haven't really eaten in 24hours could you just sort of leave me in peace to eat like a pig because I do not enjoy people watching me eat, and I feel like I am being a failure giving in and eating anyway (OH THE SHAME)... and the first thing he says to me is...

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Ahhh, baguette, those who take not pleasure in food and drink, take pleasure in nothing.

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That shot me like a bullet.

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I give him baguette, seeing it as a good excuse to releave myself of some of the forbidden food. So eat 210gs of it not 250g. Yet he does not get the hint and leave after I say I best go learn Russian. And I cant make it anymore obvious.

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3 hours later I am free.

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I have now eaten all the food I have bought and consumed thus 1970kcals. I now have no means of eating until my mums parcel arrives with my normal card in it - around thursday. So I am not so bothered about this. Plus, whilst technically being a binge, it was under 2000kcal so hopefully I won't put on weight.