I am (as you may have noticed from my many fat related posts) always complaining about having put on oodles of weight at 33 weeks.
I can really see it in my face and on my thighs, although my arms have stayed the same.
But tonight dp suggested chips for dinner and I said yes instead of going for the salad we'd just bought. I am evil and have no will power
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I feel like a weeble, dammit!