Loving my muffin top and bingo wings

Well here’s another stumble to furnish the pages of my blog.

Skinny anorexic girl

This time it is a website that pleases me. Not because of the content (which is quite disturbing), but because it makes me appreciate my bingo wings, muffin top and thunder thighs! So, I’m finding it impossible to shift a stone in weight…but I’d sooner be the size I am now (and I’m hardly tubby), than this skinny:

I’ve always been on the fatter side (although not fat), rather than skinnier. I have my folks to thanks for that. They’re both obese and sure know how to eat well. Fortunately I am within a healthy BMI. My desire to lose weight is quite simply because most of my wardrobe now strangles and chafes me. It was fine 3 months ago, but a summer visit to my brothers combined with zero fitness activities meant I piled on the (7…eek) pounds. Besides, there’s little risk of me ending up anorexic – I just love food too much. <homer>Enchilladas…Donuts</homer>

Obviously I would feel more comfortable with the way I look if I shift a bit of the fat and from a health point of view it won’t hurt for me to downsize my body a little.

For now I’m sat here (in my bathrobe because it really has been a lazy sunday), proudly rubbing my plump belly, full from a Sunday roast.

Discounts and offers.

Whilst stumbling tonight I came across this website: http://www.discountd.co.uk/

I’m not sure it’s going to match up to HotUKDeals.
I guess it’s worth having to hand when you’re making an online purchase. I always like to try and get the best possible deal.

Thank you BST!

What a pleasant surprise I received this morning. I woke up at 9am, made a cuppa, turned on the radio (Lantern FM) and snuggled in to bed to read the rest of yesterdays Mirror (fell asleep before I could finish it last night). So there I am, with the time approaching 10am thinking I ought to show my face downstairs…when joy oh joy, the dj reminds me that the clocks went back last night. Fanbloomingtastic. An extra hour to snuggle in bed, it was so cosy under that duvet. It feels even cosier when you’ve been given a free hour to fully abuse the sunday morning laze!


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