Not as upfront as the title suggest to be honest. I went to the doctors today to make an appointment for them to remove my contraceptive implant (Annie). I have had it in for three years and I like to blame it for fucking up my life a little bit. I think it has helped in making me enormous. I don’t want to play with my body for a while. I don’t want to get drunk or miss periods…but just let it be, and work in harmony with it; giving it what it needs and forgetting what it does not. I was sat in my new garden today with Jodi. She is my lovely new housemate. After eating rice cakes she showed me how to make plants give birth and make tiny little baby plants. I have given it ago. I shall keep you updated on their progess. They are lined in pretty pots in the garden, I can watch them grow (most likely perish) from my bedroon window. The move has made me a much hapier person. I can hear that cat purring next to me as I write this on my bed.
I tossed an old pair of trainers up onto our shoe tree. It feels like I have officially moved in. And, with David Gray playing in the background, I contemplate starting my essay. I havent been as weight conscience as before for the moment. Its best not to keep weighing myself and fixate on numbers, but better to try and fit into those old jeans, or sparkly top which flashes at me on its coat hanger…’Wear Me, Wear Me, Dazzle’ My hair is blonde again too…less ginger…more Alissa. Im back baby. And for some blonde dieting inspiration…
