Oh my fucking God.

Been wearing skirts for ages 'caues of the nice weather and the general comfort of not having my vagina suffocate in jeans. However, cold + rainy Sunday = jeans.

So I put them on.

I must have gained at least 2 stone in the last month or so. HONESTLY! They PINCH at my stomach. Imagine a lump of dough. Now imagine what happens when you hit a lump of dough with your fist: a dent is produced, and the dough in the area you hit is displaced to surrounding areas. This is what happened. There is now a red line across my tummy from wearing my jeans for, oh, 4 hours. THIS IS NOT GOOD, PEOPLE!!! NOT GOOD!!

All the puddings after dinner and the coke and the "ah.. I'll just have a tub of ice-cream!" probably haven't helped. All the weight I have lost has been put back on, plus more. I keep telling myself I have a month of travelling to take it off again, and, I hope to god that pans out. I am definitely going to join a woman's only gym when I go back to uni in Canada.

...

Desperately needed a bit of a dissertation break yesterday because I was going crazy with Riot Grrrl and feminist theory rumbling in my head. Justin suggested ordering take-away. I talked to Karen about it and she suggested going to Chicago Rock instead, so off we went! Dinner, drinks, pudding! Wooooo!!! Good times, good times. A nice break and I was slightly pissed after 2 cocktails. Ooops.

Been at the library for hours today, too. WHEN WILL IT END!!! WHEN WILL IT ENNNNND!!!!!!!!

*sigh*

I can't feel sorry for myself for leaving this thing for so long. :/ Alas. Despair. Despair. Alas.

Okay, back to dissertation now.

xxx

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