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I long for chocolate, love and cuddles

10 Mar

Oh dear me.

As the months have rolled on since the pizza of doom, the lbs have rolled on too. The old heartbreak diet (and distinct lack of pizza) knocked a good 16 lbs off me in a really short period of time. I was the most miserable I have ever been in my life, but I could at least get into my skinny jeans.

These days I don’t think I could fit an arm into my skinny jeans, let alone two legs and a bottom.

So, seeing as the weather has taken a turn for springtime and I’m feeling fresh (if a little lonely) after the split from Irish Two, I have decided to try and look non-grotesque when I hit the beach in seven weeks and four days. Not that I’m counting down to my next holiday or anything.

It feels so unfair, though. No boyfriend. No cuddles. No sex. And now no chocolate.

What’s a girl supposed to do for fun?

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P.S.

7 Sep

Sense I’m having a cringey Saturday night? Apologies for the mass posting, I think I’m having some sort of panic…thing. I don’t want to say panic attack because I’ve seen someone have one and it was horrific.

I am back to feeling like I did when we broke up five weeks ago. I feel sick. I can’t even drink water.

I need to go to bed with some Nytol, I think.

All I can say is, at least I’ll fit into my bridesmaid dress next weekend. No bother.