Work and fat
I hate it when work really ramps up and I end up in my nightie...... slaving over a hot PC in my study at home, while as I work through the night, I reach for the chocolate biscuits for a heavy sugar hit and I don’t move my fat bottom out of the chair for hours on end. My only exercise is to move to the toilet or the cookie jar, I actually look pregnant! My waist is creeping over my skirt waistband and my ears are ringing from a lack of sleep. As a self employed girl my work either is not there or it falls on my head like a ton of bricks! The trouble is you don’t want to lose any work so you do tend to say yes to everyone, when asked if you can take on a project.....a habit that has spilled over into my love life and my inability to say no to a man with a pulse and a forged membership card to the human race! There is nothing quite so unpleasant as a girl with a dark shadow on her chin and milky eyes and saggy muscles and tum. Thank goodness I do not have video calling! If the client’s at the other end saw the state of me they’d ring for an emergency vet! I’ve had no time for romantic nothings to be murmured with boyfriends or to dabble and play on Transtastic! Only 8 hour meetings long train journeys to the midlands wearing a suit with a Brazilian thong underneath and a bag full of papers and stale sandwiches and all this just to be able to pay a tax bill! Life can be cruel at times....oh and those younger t-girls among you make the most of young skin and fresh faces, cos as you get older it gets harder and harder to keep yourself looking attractive to smooth the thickening skin, shaving the ears and plucking the forest that is your eyebrows, I found a band of merry men living in the woodland that is my eyebrows a few days ago!
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