It seems that Mr. Bacon man has also turned me into a bit of a porker, I've put on 9 whole pounds and I wasn't exactly the slimmest kitten in the litter in the first place! Thus, tonight I joined flab fighters (aka fatties anonymous). I am now inspired to loose my love handles (/my confidence has been crushed like a rabbit on a bypass so that I'll never want to eat again).
In addition, my body seems to be slowly deteriorating around me (is this what happens when you get a partner?). I had to have my ears syringed today. A plug 6 cm long and 0.5 cm in diameter was removed!!! And what's most disturbing is how excited/satisfied I was with this. I think I would really enjoy a colonic irrigation, but that would play hell with my piles.
Yes, I also have piles.
And the pill makes me crazy.
And my vadge looks like a smashed crab most of the time because my monthly cycle is basically fucked.
Perhaps this relationship melark isn't all that it's cracked upto be?!?!!
