About to leave for this hens night do for my friend's fiancée. Have had some realisations:
(1) there is nothing more depressing than getting overexcited about weight loss and optimistically trying on small sized clothes that clearly need much more weight loss to fit into
(2) it is so depressing that the threshold for an outfit I leave the house in is basically "it fits". I used to love clothes! God, I wish I could get back to that point.
(3) tiny apartments are not built for fat induced clothes anxiety. I have torn out everything from my cupboards and it's all over the bloody floor
(4) a pre-dinner bourbon to take the edge off walking into a room of strangers will lead to overly confessional blog posts. But hey, I love overly confessional blog posts. Maybe this will score me a readership of more than 2. (Hi Lesley and Seren!)
(1) there is nothing more depressing than getting overexcited about weight loss and optimistically trying on small sized clothes that clearly need much more weight loss to fit into
(2) it is so depressing that the threshold for an outfit I leave the house in is basically "it fits". I used to love clothes! God, I wish I could get back to that point.
(3) tiny apartments are not built for fat induced clothes anxiety. I have torn out everything from my cupboards and it's all over the bloody floor
(4) a pre-dinner bourbon to take the edge off walking into a room of strangers will lead to overly confessional blog posts. But hey, I love overly confessional blog posts. Maybe this will score me a readership of more than 2. (Hi Lesley and Seren!)
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