jeans, measurements and my beer belly!

went shopping today to spend my birthday spondoolies, and bought some new skinny jeans that i have been *want want want*ing in my head for yonks....anyway, picked up a size eight, and then stared longingly at the size six (american size 2) and on a whim, picked them up and took them to the fitting room instead of the size eight....

guess what gals? LIKE A GLOVE
I practically leapt around the fitting room, because being one size away from the american size zero feels damn good actually, i have missed size zero in the same way that one misses a dead pet, except size zero is less cuddly, and doesn't drool on your lap

I measured myself recently, and i am as following:
Bust-31
waist-26
hips-32

so my tiiiny chest (i am like a 9 year old boy with a tiny man-boob situation :-P) is actually within the size zero criteria, as is my hip measurement, but my tummy is letting the team down! It's such a kick in the arse you know? So, it's a more intense workout for me, as soon as i am rid of one huge pain in my ass.....

The aunt and cousin situ.....
ok, My aunt and my cousin have come up North to stay with us (they're from surrey) and they're both....i dunno, relatively big ladies, and they're on "diets". Now, since i last saw them, they've perhaps lost.....a stone and a half between them? And somehow this allows them to commandeer the title: The Diet Nazis.

OH MY SWEET JESUS, they have been right up my rectum about this entire thing. I ate four grapes, and they (who, no offence, probably have my waist measurement on each thigh) made comments about how "that figure won't last long if you keep chomping all day"

FUCK OFF!!! seriously! They proceeded to ATTACK the remnants of my birthday cake (not that i care, i deliberately asked for a flavour that i don't care for) So i sat there watching them, and stretched pretending to yawn, so my top would stretch up and they could get a load of my ribs. silly cows.

aaaanyway. They're currently in my room, so I'm going to have to wait until they leave before i can weigh myself every morning (my scales are in my bedroom, and they're being COMPLETELY territorial. Psychos.)

I've been on a very irritating plateau, at just below 99lbs since my last bloody blog, so tomorrow, i'm whipping out the big guns with a salt water cleanse. Wish me luck!

Jemimah
xxx

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