Yesterday I complimented a Twitter bud of mine, this led to about an hour of tweeting with her and other Twitter buds on how much we hate our bodies etc. Today I feel NO better especially after trying on all of my Dubai clothes and NONE of them fitting me.
Cue complete and utter body melt down, I exercise, I do, I swear, I’ve actually started to build up my running. It’s going ok but truth be told I farking hate every second of it. My lifestyle in Holland has made me way more outdoorsy than I used to be I bike or walk most days I do yoga around twice a week and I go to gym around twice a week. Yet….. I AM STILL FARKING FAT!!!!! I know people say they are fat sometimes because they want people to say “oh No you’re not” and they know they’re not themselves. But I am, I weigh 4 stone heavier than my own mother and this is bad.
When I moved to Dubai I put on the obligatory “Dubai stone” from brunches, nights out and the fact that everything is delivered to you door God I miss that *calls KFC in Amsterdam, can you deliver? gets told to f**k off* When I had LPV I had gestational diabetes so I only gained 16lbs during my pregnancy so with 10 weeks of pumping Breast milk it fell off really easily. So I really have No excuse to be the way that I am, except for the fact that I have a very unhealthy relationship with food.
Is it the expat lifestyle?? I don’t know, is it the lifestyle mixed with the fact I have zero will power? I don’t know. All I know is that soon I will start to take down the mirrors in my house and go and buy a job lot of pyjama’s
Right now I have my moan, I’m off to eat some celery or buy some Pyjama’s, whatever burns more fat!!