Anonymous asked: Anons are the worst (says the anon)! When I saw your post I thought, "WOW THAT IS SO AWESOME I LOVE IT WHEN GOOD THINGS HAPPEN!!!!" My fiance and I are starting to look for our first house now and we can relate both to the excitement of being future homeowners and to FINALLY getting a break! We were both unemployed for a while after college, he much longer than I, he JUST now got a job other than substitute-teaching and we have been living with our parents bc we couldn't afford anything else!!
Thank you! And I think anyone who sees good news and gets jealous or rude is quite simply really pathetic and good luck to them because they must have a pretty sad life. I’m so glad you’re going to have your own home too, nothing beats that security of knowing it’s all going to be ok :)
Idk, I quite like doing these now I’m pregnant…
Cinnamon bagel and fat free yoghurt, Orange juice
Nutrigrain bar, grapes and blueberries
Chicken and mayo baguette, salad and snack a jacks
Cereal bar, carrot sticks
Jacket potato, ham and cheese (the salad had gone all brown so no healthy side :( )
Sausage from the chip shop (husband brought chips home for himself as he was back from work late.)
Low cal hot chocolate, 2 jaffa cakes.
Anonymous asked: It's about time you got a break?! You got nothing to moan about you pregnant, married to a good man doing a good job and overcome bulimia.
Hold on… You don’t know me. You only know what I post about my life. Just because I choose not to share the less pleasant details of my life it doesn’t mean they aren’t there.
I wonder if you know what it’s like to struggle for money? I wonder if you know how it feels to have a mother in denial with significant depression and gaming addiction? Do you know that my grandmother has totally lost her mind and my grandfather is too proud to let her go in to a home? Do you know that my husband works 70 hours a week on minimum wage just so we can pay our bills? Are you aware that we are still trying to pay off a debt of £2000 due to our wedding (which no one helped us pay for.) Or how about that everything our baby will have Will be second hand, or that I will have to go back to work as early as five months after the birth because despite being entitled to a full year we simply can’t afford it?
Do you know that my baby may have a disorder which will mean it will have to be operated on and then tube fed at birth?
No. You know none of that because I don’t talk about it. You know a very small corner of my life and have no right to judge me.
Husband’s got the job AND IT COMES WITH A HOUSE!!!!! Although full details are to be confirmed on Thursday when we go to view the house, it’s looking like it’s going to be agricultural rate rent which is a very small gesture (like £40 a month) to give you tenants rights. Basically if it’s what we think it is, we will go from struggling to manage to not having to worry about money at all as the house is guaranteed and we’ll be saving £500 a month we would usually pay on rent.
I just… ahhhh! It’s about time we got a break.
all day safeguarding training with my manager. on a Monday. And its raining. And I thought it would be a good idea to weigh myself. FML.
we all have that one cup in our house that is somehow better than the other ones
Bacon sandwich, yoghurt and blueberries
Mozzarella and tomato baguette, Orange, crisps
Handful of chewy sweets, carrot sticks
Jacket potato, mushrooms, cheese, ham and salad
Ice cream and strawberries
Salt and vinegar rice cakes
A plate of homemade nachos with chilli and cheese shared with husband.
Anonymous asked: I've followed you for a while now, and I just want to tell you that I am so proud of you and the positive progress you have made. I know it's difficult and you should be incredibly proud of yourself!
Aww well thank you kind anon :)
You think you’ll always be this way, and to some extent you’re right. What you haven’t seen yet though is that “this” isn’t all you are. You aren’t your mental health problems. One day you’re going to realize that you live your life, and your illness forms a part of the background noise rather than it controlling every aspect of who you are.
Your life is about to change more than you can imagine now, and you are going to be the one responsible for that. You have everything you need inside of you right now and you ARE going to achieve things you can’t believe. You’ve got to decide you want it though. You can’t sit around saying you’ll never do anything because you’re depressed or you’re ill because then you won’t do it. You can and will do all the things you want to, but it’s all down to you. I know it’s scary, but the best things in life are. You got this.
Dear future me,
I don’t know what to say to you because I don’t know who you are. I think you’ve probably changed quite a bit and I hope it’s for the better. I guess I just hope that you’re happy, that you’ve overcome the things which hold you back and I hope you can see yourself with clearer eyes than I do now.
Moving out of home was the best thing I ever did, wasn’t it? When I look back on my teenage years it makes me really sad that we hated each other so intensely because I can see now that in your own backwards way you really did (and do) love me. We lost so much time because we were so busy ignoring each other or yelling at each other and that’s a real shame.
I’m glad we get on now. I’m happy you felt able to not only give me away in my wedding day but to also write and read a speech which saw the entire room fight back tears. I’ve only ever seen you cry once before and that was when the dog died. I think the moment I realized just how much you do love me was just before we left for the church that day. You helped me up in to the pony trap and the driver asked if we were ready to go get me married. You looked at me and said “are you happy and are you doing the right thing for you? Don’t do it if it feels wrong.” I said yes, I was sure and you said that my happiness was ask that mattered and gave the driver a nod and off we went.
So thank you. Thank you for loving me despite everything we’ve been through.
Dear new baby,
I think what amazes me the most about you is that you can do or be anything. You could be a future prime minister or a famous singer. You could excel in music or you could write an entire book. Maybe you’ll run your own business or manage a team of people. There’s so much out there for you if you want it.
But, being happy is more important than any of that. People will try and tell you that it’s really important you do well at school, that you go to uni, that you break your neck to do better than your best. Those people know nothing about real life. If education and pressure make you happy then that’s fantastic, you do that, but if it’s not for you then don’t waste your energy worrying about it because there’s so much more out there for you.
All I want for you is to be happy. If that means you wear clothes I don’t like or listen to music I don’t understand, or if it means you fall in love with someone the same sex as you, or you want to cover your body in tattoos then that’s fine. Never do anything to please someone else because there is only one person who will be with you for your entire life and that’s yourself. You need to make sure you are happy with your life and if you’re not you have every capability of changing it.
Your mountain is waiting..
Dear person I hate,
The problem with hate I’d rather it requires you to care. If you don’t care about during you don’t feel anything. Hate use a lot of passion and energy. I think the reason I hate you is because I care so much about you. It infuriates me that you repeatedly hit the self destruct button even after all these years. You have an incredible support network and a beautiful daughter and all you are doing is setting her up to follow you down this same path.
You’re very good at playing the victim, at using guilt to get people to stay and that makes me feel trapped. Feeling trapped leads to resentment and eventually the person backs away. You can’t accept my reasons though, you keep saying friendship is unconditional but you are so wrong about that. Friendship should be healthy and if it’s not then the beauty of it is that you can and should walk away.
You say you want to support me but what you mean is you want to use me as a distraction from your ocd and maybe that was ok 5 years ago but I’m married and pregnant now and it’s no longer acceptable
I’m sorry our friendship has turned so shot, but right now I truly hate you and don’t want to see you, or speak to you.
You’re lucky that you are a genuinely lovely person because you are so spoiled that if you weren’t you would be incredibly unpopular. You really to me like I’m the same as you and I’m not. You say I’ll be found on maternity leave because you were, but your husband has a very good job while mine is a farm labourer. You say I don’t have a bump yet - it’s only bloating, but you’ve based that on your first pregnancy where you didn’t show until 20 weeks but you are 4 inches taller than me and you have a higher BMI and you know what? Thinking this is a bump is the only thing stopping me from going insane. You smile knowingly when I say I’m worried about my next scan and say “I was like you first time round” and then you phone the midwife because you have a twinge in your stomach despite everyone telling you it’s growing pains. You praise me for eating a packet of crisps and then go on about how healthy your food is, and you claim to understand about my ed thoughts and feelings.
Like I said, you are so lucky your such a nice person, because I could easily dislike you if you weren’t.
i'm thinking about a new approach to this blog.
i’m not putting this under a read more, because this’ll probably affect whether or not some of you...
Anonymous asked: What's your BMI?
The body mass index (BMI), or Quetelet index, is a measure for human body shape based on an individual’s weight and height.
wake up, moan, wee, attempt a poo, fail, moan, eat, lounge about, moan, wee, attempt a poo, fail, eat more, lounge about, moan, eat more, wee,...
rule 1. do not fucking annoy a hormonal pregnant woman.
you will get your head bitten off, chewed up and spat right back out.
My plans for today:
1. Start anew - I may have stuck my foot in my mouth, and I may be being judged as “cunterific” all throughout the Tumblr...