Hello ladies
Thank you for keeping my diary afloat whilst I've been gorging myself with naughty food. I've been utterly hopeless, I weighed in this week and I was 15st 6lbs so I've STS from last week but I've gone batchit crazy the last few days with alcohol and food, so not good. Going to weigh myself today and see what the damage is. I suppose the only saving grace is I've been walking loads.
I didn't end up going to the funeral as I was in such a state about everything, anxiety and panic and I just couldn't cope. I feel like a terrible friend and person for not going but I know the last thing Kerry would have wanted was for me to go and break down. Ironically enough I was right near the crem when her hearse went past and I saw Pete and her family and I felt ten times worse.
But, in good news, I have a new job thanks to a recruitment agents working in the Probation Services, which is absolutely completely up my street with my degree and what not. I start on the 6th Sept so another week of freedom and then I'll be working 9-5 Mon-Fri
Went to my brother's wife to be's hen do on Friday night and was dressed up as Tinkerbell (we had to go as Disney characters) and I looked an awful fright. Most people were pretty nice to me and said I looked good but one co*k said just as I was leaving "SHREK!"
So I felt a bit chit because of that but it's spurred me on.
I asked Rob if I looked like I'd put on weight and he said yes, so I'm just going to take it easy and aim for one 100% day at a time
Big, big, masssssive love to you all. xxxx
