Morning. Period has finally arrived so ‘YOOHOO! I’m ready for my whoosh now, come and get me. I’m here. Waiting. Whenever you are ready. Annnnnnnnnnnytime you like...’ 
Still feeling bloody miserable though. I know it’s just hormones making me feel worse and it will lift, but bloody hell I feel crap right now. Though marginally less crap than I did a few hours ago so onwards and upwards.
Still KOKO. Agree about it feeling like March! Funny how much food choices change to reflect weather. I’m really craving soup today, might have a go at the spicy(?) cauli one on thread.
I’m doing that weird thing at the moment where my ‘fat goggles’ have adjusted to my new size and rather than that feeling of ‘wow, aren’t I shrinking’, I’m getting more of a ‘bloody hell, look at my belly flab-apron (flabron?) (flapron?), it just seems as big as ever and I know I’ve shrunk, I can feeeeel I’ve shrunk, so just how bloody fat was I?!!
It’s a bit like what some posters had put a few threads back about not really seeing yourself in mirror. Almost like a reverse body dysmorphia effect. It’s not like I thought I looked skinny, I knew I’d put on weight and hated it (clothes sizes alone from 8-16 on a 5’2 frame) but I’d obviously adjusted to it gradually over the years and had got used to a fatter default me. I also think because I carried it fairly evenly all over, and underneath have a bit of an athletic shape, it possibly didn’t look so obviously highlighted by ‘problem areas’. Well, apart from my apple tum 
Sometimes I look in the mirror and can see that my face is much slimmer, almost showing bone work. Others, it still looks lost in a pillow of dough. And it doesn’t seem to be explained by previous days diet - so I don’t think it’s overnight water weight after drinking booze/not enough water etc. It’s just odd. Must be to do with the magic of how the body lets go of the fat/water in cells and whatnot changing our shape.
Sorry for the misery post! Needed to off load that I think. I’m not feeling demotivated by it, or like I’m going to fall off the wagon THOUGH I WANT, NAY, DESERVE MY FUCKING WHOOSH, just observing the weirdness of it all.
Having a phase of struggling a bit with life in general too (this too shall pass etc.) but I’m determined that my progress with this woe and getting closer to goal will NOT become a casualty of it.
I can be miserable about rest of life shit (as and when it happens) AND be fat, OR, I can be miserable about rest of life shit BUT be nearer/at goal and much healthier for it. Not to mention bonus self-awarded smugness/pride points for the achievement.
Misery with cheekbones rather than dough-pillow 