Ok, everyone needs to stop going on about how skinny I am. My mother especially. Although, to be fair, she was going on about how skinny I was when I was 10kgs heavier. Which makes me wonder if she thinks I'm a walrus.
I don't even feel like I'm really eating that much less. But that may be the problem - the dissonance between what I think and reality. Which, it has been pointed out to me before, is a foible of mine. I just reckon reality should just get with the program and do as I say. It'd be better for everyone.
Anyway.
Have gone from a hot muggy Sydney summer to a cool drizzly Christchurch summer. Which reminds me why I don't live here anymore. Must go buy a hat now. Possibly a scarf. And most certainly COFFEE.
6 comments:
I would love a muggy summer right now.
Now, you don't look skinny, you're fine. Does that help? Not much? Oh.
Seriously though, eat.
:) Thanks y, you made me laugh. I also would like a muggy summer. Will definitely not forget to pack it next time.
Are we related? Because recently my mum's been going on about how skinny I am.
I think it's their way of showing concern without prying...
But Y is right. Eat.
skinny or fat.. still hot. :-D
heheh
(yes, i am going comment crazy, i am finally ONLINE AT 87!)
87? You don't look a day over 60!
;p
i did tell you, didn't i, that i was asked the other day if hazel was my first grandson?
*still sniggering*
*also still waiting for my birthday morning coffee*
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