Friday Afternoon Thoughts

My phantom pregnancy seems to be continuing. I only just started taking the tram to work again a couple of weeks ago and already twice I have had men offer me their seat. Once someone even offered me their seat at the tram stop when we weren't even on a moving object yet. So now when I get on the tram I have to suck my stomach in so hard that it hurts, but it must be good exercise maybe?

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I am embarrassed to admit that the last time I bought new underwear was 35 kilos ago. Underwear is expensive and I need to worry more about what I look like on the outside, but I know, it's shameful. This was highlighted the other day at work when I happened to look down at my chest and I could see my own nipple. Between the baggy bra and the baggy dress I was wearing, my poor old nipple was offered no protection. I mean it wasn't completely obvious, you had to be at the right angle to see it, but it was still horrifying. You would think I would have got the hint when both my breasts actually fell out of my bra while trying to do a push-up at the gym the other day, but no, it took coming face-to-face with my nipple at work for me to realise it's time to go bra shopping.

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I just cannot get my head to recognise that I weigh in the 70's. I am constantly thinking to myself "It would be great to see 98 kilos on the scale" and then have to back track and remember I want to see 78 kilos. I told AJ the other day that I weighed 99 kilos and he looked at me funny and said that he thinks I might be mistaken. It's obviously not a problem, just another weird mental side effect of losing weight. Hopefully I will hurry up and get into the 60's and never have to worry about the 70's again. If I do ever see a number on the scales starting with a 6, I could possibly faint.