kirmy
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I wear a size 10 UK/size 8 USA and sometimes size 10-12 Australian...confused yet? This comes from country hopping. Basically I am slim apart from my belly flap like a wallaby and my thighs which hang like spaniels ears in the saddlebag and inner thigh region. This means my clothes sizes can vary from a 8-12 depending on the cut. I also like to hide my belly skin so sometimes wear tops two sizes larger. I lucked out mostly as my skin isn't too bad elsewhere. This hasn't stopped me being fearful and obsessive about weight gain. I'm working with teenage body aspirations which is about as useful as a chocolate ashtray on a bicycle.
I went to Meeerica to visit San Francisco, Diana and then Las Vegas to see Spiky Bugger. It was awesome but let me add....I live in the trees. My nearest shop is 9 miles away and it is shite. I went mad like an alcoholic in a whiskey factory. From the moment my cloven hoofs touched terra firma I was eating or drinking coffee. Mostly both. Oh and shopping...there are shops, many many shops.
I am a bloater. Kind of like a marsh toad but with more body hair. I had bloated up at least 4kgs on arrival after 10hrs sitting and not shitting. My calf's were like hams and my pants were tight. But...sushi! So when in Merica...I ate. My God the food the fucking fooood! I was in food porn heaven but also carbing like a mo fo. Bearing in mind I'd chucked on 4kg from travel and gone up a pants size almost immediately I expected the very worst when I got home.
Today I weighed my neurotic little self on the very bastardly accurate work scales. I am 0.5kgs heavier than what I was before I left. Seriously? I am amazed because I was outrageous! Now however I need compliance as the stressful times roll on. I've a big house move and changes in my job status pending (all good but big change none the less). I have a working DS but that bitch needs her wheels greasing. So knuckle down time. Get in alllll my calcium for my shite PTH and allll my multi's for my connective tissues, brain function and ohh everything else.
After almost 5 years this shit is still awesome but you still need to be mindful. I'm still an addict. Christ I sounded Californian then with all this personal disclosure. Watch out I'll be wearing cheesecloth and doing birkram yoga next.
I went to Meeerica to visit San Francisco, Diana and then Las Vegas to see Spiky Bugger. It was awesome but let me add....I live in the trees. My nearest shop is 9 miles away and it is shite. I went mad like an alcoholic in a whiskey factory. From the moment my cloven hoofs touched terra firma I was eating or drinking coffee. Mostly both. Oh and shopping...there are shops, many many shops.
I am a bloater. Kind of like a marsh toad but with more body hair. I had bloated up at least 4kgs on arrival after 10hrs sitting and not shitting. My calf's were like hams and my pants were tight. But...sushi! So when in Merica...I ate. My God the food the fucking fooood! I was in food porn heaven but also carbing like a mo fo. Bearing in mind I'd chucked on 4kg from travel and gone up a pants size almost immediately I expected the very worst when I got home.
Today I weighed my neurotic little self on the very bastardly accurate work scales. I am 0.5kgs heavier than what I was before I left. Seriously? I am amazed because I was outrageous! Now however I need compliance as the stressful times roll on. I've a big house move and changes in my job status pending (all good but big change none the less). I have a working DS but that bitch needs her wheels greasing. So knuckle down time. Get in alllll my calcium for my shite PTH and allll my multi's for my connective tissues, brain function and ohh everything else.
After almost 5 years this shit is still awesome but you still need to be mindful. I'm still an addict. Christ I sounded Californian then with all this personal disclosure. Watch out I'll be wearing cheesecloth and doing birkram yoga next.
