Bypassed A F

It’s been a week, so in the words of Malcolm Tucker: come the fuck in or fuck the fuck off. Husband away for work, which whilst unavoidable has resulted in needing to get a nanny on a temporary basis for the first time in the small human’s life. I can’t remember ever feeling this alone…

Monday was a day of days. Started out relatively pleasantly for a Monday – dropped the small human at camp, wandered at a leisurely pace back to the apartment, had a nap, cleaned up a bit. And then ate some dolma. Fucking dolma. I left the apartment and decided that I didn’t want to walk.…

It’s been a while. I’ve fucking plateaued and I’m not mad about it. I’m living an utterly normalish (for me) life and generally feeling a sense of peace which has rarely been found at all. Huzzah! Anyway. Two of my most favourites in the universe had not one, but two weddings, both sides of the…

I’ve been at a mouse related resort. It’s a festival of overindulgence in many ways: kids rinsing their parents in the gift shops, general holiday related “fuck it” behaviour and also that of eating.  I physically cannot eat the portion sizes which are afforded to you here. So the conversation is a little moot as…

I’ve had a quote back from the plastic surgeon, which while eyewatering, didn’t completely put me off so I think that I’ll spend the next few months working towards the goal of shifting a few more pounds and then maintaining that for a while. I think the first thing that I’ll have done is the…

I was in New York for the holidays so took the opportunity to see a plastic surgeon up there. I was a bit ‘meh’ about the whole thing initially because I’d previously met with a lovely lady who I was confident was the right fit. Well… Enter Dr. S. Dynamic Park Avenue plastic surgeon extraordinaire.…

We’re all told that we should love ourselves, but the media and society portray a huge spectrum of acceptance on this front. Thin is healthy! Fat is beautiful! This is just confusing messaging. To be perfectly honest, I don’t give a shit what other people are doing with their own bodies. You are all the…

I’m now ten whole months down the line from the surgery. It’s been a lot fucking harder than I thought it was going to be. It is not the easy way out. This surgery. There is constant scrutiny regarding my weight, more so than I perhaps think there was before. One caveat on this statement…