I've noticed that the bigger I get the less I want to leave the house. I don't like any of my clothes at the moment and my favourite pair of shorts have gone to the big girl upstairs. *devestation*
I can't afford to buy anything new and theres no point anyway because a. it either all looks disgusting on me or b. the fashion just isn't right for my shape (tree stump thighs and shorts above the knee aren't cool) and c. I'm in the mind frame that I'm just going to be losing weight, so what's the point in wasting my money?! Vicious, vicious cycle! I can't wait for you to leave me alone!!
In other news, my friend who has been banded (with not much success) is coming home from the mines tomorrow so I will get to chat to her about her surgeon and all that. Kind of excited about it. It won't put me off that she hasn't had much success as I know she only has herself and her liquor to blame!
I really really hope my surgeon can fit me in sooner rather than later, the skinny girl inside me is starting to get abit loud. I'm going to be praying to the universe!
Anyhoo I'll make this a short one as I need to get to bed.
P.S. Has anyone heard of the 5 love languages? I did mine today I'm "Quality Time" and am also strong in " Words Of Affirmation" I knew I would be the quality time one. I need people. I used to be good with isolation. Not so much anymore!!
Anyway here I go again blah blah blah.
Okay, I'm going! Goodnight chums!