I am arguably skinny now. Not slim. Skinny. The challenge I have is that I take everything to extremes. It’s the addictive personality. Now I can exercise properly it’s become my outlet. I love seeing the changes to my body tone.
Whilst the weight loss started from health I cannot lie and say I did not want to be slim for the first time in my life.
Trying to gain a bit is hard. I could stop MJ. Sure. But I know I will lose my mind and whatever habits and routines I have will go out of the window. I know myself too well. The voice in my head telling me to eat and eat and fuck it will come roaring back. So now I am trying to gain whilst maintaining! The suppression isn’t too high. I just don’t want to eat rubbish on MJ after being so focussed for months.
Instead I am focussing hard on protein. And carbs. Heck I am having a magnum as my sweet treat every few days.
Vinted then.
See the additive head post. I am turning into a total hoarder. Last month was bad. This month I’ve stopped and only bought two things.
I was a fat teen in the 90’s. I feel like each time I buy a size 6 or 8 it is a big fuck you to everyone who made me feel less than. For Topshop and Miss Selfridge who didn’t go above a size 14. (And a 90’s 14 at that).
And it fits. An 8 can be baggy. It is validating and addictive.
That is Flappy’s confession. A whole host of realness from someone who can’t write that anywhere else or tell a soul.
And tomorrow I shall properly respond to the others who kindly enough came back to share their updates too.