I don’t know where that phrase is from, but it’s one we laughed about a lot as kids, something we’d shriek in delight in the playground when we were in primary school.  Not maliciously then.  But nowadays I hear it ringing in my ears a lot.  When I put on weight it goes on my tummy.  A bit on my legs, a bit on my hips, but my stomach…. I was asked by my gran if I was pregnant.  I know gran’s aren’t always tactful at the best of times, but really?

 There are times I will see other overweight girls in the street, not really dressed well for their size so it exacerbates the problem, but I wonder if people see me as I see them.  I’m not what some people call “fattist”, one of my closest cousins, who is like a sister to me, is grossly overweight and at huge risk of heart disease and diabetes and she’s the same age as me.  But I know people look at her and think “she would look so much prettier if she was slimmer”.  I know because I’ve heard them say it.  Do they say that about me I wonder?

Sorry for the somewhat depressing self-analysis.  I’m just going a bit stir crazy.  I went on a walk today while my boyfriend was in his interview (about 35 minutes) and at the moment I’m at 7952 steps.  A bit gutted because I wanted to go for another walk tonight to push it up to 10,000 but it’s absolutely pouring outside.  At least that might mean the humidity levels are going to decrease a bit!  Anyway, not too much to add today.  I think I’m going to surf a bit for some “thinspiration”