I nearly forgot my foodpacks this morning. I was driving down the big old road that connects my village to the town before the town I work in and I thought 'I feel a bit hungry, which bar did I put in my bag for breakfast?' and then it hit me, 'shit, I forgot to pack anything' so I had to turn around and go back. Luckily it only made me about 10 minutes late (I drove back home very fast). To be fair though this is the first time I've forgotten, so once in nearly 9 weeks isn't bad in my book. I have a cranberry bar for breakfast, if ya wanna know.
There was a nice surprise in the kitchen at work this morning (don't get too excited). Someone had left some bottles of water and leaflets advertising a gym nearby. Normally people put cakes, gingerbread, biscuits, chocolates, crisps, doughnuts - you name it - in there and it feels like a big display of what I can't have. Today though, I thought 'Yay!! A treat for me!!' and happily yoinked me a bottle.
My friend is leaving town for a new job tomorrow and this evening we are going out as a farewell thing. There'll be no food involved, just a few drinks after work. She is meeting me and some co-workers straight after work and then going on to a bigger party at 8 o' clock. I think I will be fine as long as I don't end up staying around for the bigger party (I'm not depriving myself of going, I wouldn't know anyone else there and I think that's why my friend organised to meet me and my co-workers separately). Bigger party equals getting carried away, pressure to drink, being sloppy. I don't think I would drink any booze but I'd rather not risk it. I don't even know why I'm entertaining the thought because the simple fact of the matter is I'm not going to the big party.
Do you remember that top I bought in March that I was itching to get in to? And how happy I was when I was finally about to wear it? Well, it's become a wardrobe (doesn't that look like a funny word?) staple of mine these days because it's one of the only things I own that isn't a big baggy mess. I'm wearing it today and there is definite bagginess but it's bearable. I'd say I can probably wear it for another month before it begins to look silly.
I'm quite lucky though because after LL on Wednesday my mum decided to have a wardrobe clear out and was handing me bagfuls of clothes in the size I've just reached. She has a big wardrobe and some of the stuff she was handing me was totally Atomic Kitten circa 1999, which obviously was not happening but I got some nice trousers (with non-elasticated waistbands WAHEY!) , a few tops for slopping about in and a couple of nicer tops. That was brilliant because if I had gone to town and bought it all, it'd have probably set me back £200.
I think I might try and scout out some charity shops at the weekend. This clothes business is a right kaffufle. Some how I thought I could just live in my current clothes for the year?
