Archive for April, 2007
I’m packing for Scotland. I think it might be warm. None of my summery clothes fit. They are absurdly too big – this isnt a good look with a cute denim skirt from Zara which i get compliements about every time i wear it. Well i cant wear it anymore because it falls straight off my hips. Doesn’t matter now because all the legging i bought last season look like sweat pants on me now.
Trust me ladies – this isn’t any fun and does not make me feel in any way better/sexier/more attrative/empowered. I’d like my curves back now please.
I burnt myself on the electric beach today.
I’m going to Scotland v soon.
I’m v restless and my uni work motivation has become a bit disjointed. This is noot good but i have short bursts of genius which are proving quite impressive.
C’s little nipper has anxiously asked whether I will be looking after her when her Mum goes into labour in September. (i nearly cried). Her Mum took the opportunity to book in a whole schedule of babysitting over the summer.
I bought the Sex and the City box set. Why did i wait so long!?
I am eating a tiny bit more although sometimes i spend ages cooking piles of nice food and then bin half of it. I’m trying though.
I missed seeing Dad today due to scheduling nightmares and i feel terribly guilty.
Because i’m now 8 st 10lbs my lovely indigo RI jeans i bought the other week are gaping at the front and baggy around the bum and dont look remotely sexy/stylish. Although they dont look as comdey as my v favourite Earl jeans which would now fit in a whole other person but still i’m annoyed and despondent.
I went shopping for a bikino today amonsgt other things because our apartment in Edinburgh next week now has a private pool (the boys did good since its cost is £35 each!!). Naturally my gorgeous Roxy one from oz is now two sizes too big. I only trtied on ones with alot of padding up top since my bust is shrinking away to nothing. Turns out that even the padded variety need something to work with! Most of them either gaped at the top (funny that since all my bras do that too now) or they looked like id just stuck some bits of random padding to my front. I know its not the end of the word but i wanted to sit on the floor of the fitting room and sob. Im losing weight and im losing and confidence and a whole lot more besides.