Chip off the old cross

I am feeling quite chipper today. 'Chipper' another great word to go with my new found love of using 'I'm cross' when angry. Whether or not i'll actually remember to say that at an angry time or whether it'll go out the window and i'll end up with the usual 'F' Sake', who knows. Probably the latter. Oh well.

In other news I am going to Turkey in 25 days. Visiting the parents gaff, and generally doing nothing but laying around, reading, swimming, beaching, eating at bars along the beach and drinking large amounts of cocktails; actually that sounds like quite a lot. Should be a lot less than my last holiday though(Florida, Disney) which was enough to kill anyone willing to spend that much time on their feet in 35 degree heat. I'm still recovering tbh. Though in all honesty i'd do it again in a heart beat! Even though I broke down in tears outside Animal Kingdom where I was close to making a decision to cut my feet off. Alas, mental sanity prevailed and I made it by simply opening a can of whoopass and moving on.

I did Aqua Aerobics last night, Sara's new routine - jeebus my body aches like a mothertrucker this morning. Anyone that says this is not a proper form of exercise has been seriously misinformed. I have been doing a large amount of swimming recently, and have already seen quite an improvement in the number of lengths I can do. It's gone from 20 to 30 to 40 and we're heading for the big 50 now. 64 lengths is a mile so we're getting closer! Though I have to say there is only so much swimming back and fourth that is enjoyable.

Did a massive clear out of clothes yesterday, I am now left with nothing which is the perfect excuse to go shopping for more shit I don't need. I also chucked out about 10 pairs of shoes, which now leaves me with a mere 20 odd. Hmm, definitely need more shoes. 20 is clearly not enough.

This has been one of my more productive blogs of late so I think i'll leave it there.

Self Loath

You'd think i'd be used to my Mother inadvertently reminding me i'm fat however, I can confirm I am not and the last bit of my self confidence has indeed been shed. The fact I am not the skinny one with a pretty baby but instead am the fat one who still resides at home probably doesn't bode well for me.

Underneath my bubbly shell there is a really dark place where I am currently staying for the foreseeable future. Who needs food anyway?

I don't really have anything else to say. Bad week :(