W and I are fatter than we've ever been. Ever. Not an exaggeration. Just sitting here I feel all bloated and like i have restricted movement, and I feel lazy and tired and fed up ALL THE TIME. After the wedding, we let ourselves go crazy eating everything in sight, like a pair of animals. It was a sight to behold, the two of us sat on the sofa, gorging. Non stop for five months. My skin isn't great either. I'm drinking red bull every day.
We're going WW tonight. I'm so depressed about it. I don't want to stop eating! I love eating! I just want to get out of these leggings. Oh, to wear a pair of jeans again!
Waaaaaaaaahhhhh ?