I should sleep quite quickly tonight. I went for a two hour walk after I got up. I carried my two shopping bags back home. I cleaned the bird poop off of my car. I vacuumed around my flat. Then I painted the second coat of paint on one of the walls. I was using the paint brush rather than the roller which took me quite a while due to having to make sure it was blended as well as evenly covered. I think it may need a touch up coat as the darker colour underneath is still slightly visible. I may be drinking alcohol daily but I’m pretty sure that I’ve most likely burnt off enough calories today to prevent weight gain.
I’m doing the sober October thing because I need to get used to not drinking alcohol regularly again. I don’t mind the weight gain but I don’t want to gain much more. I’m comfortable being a size 12 but being bigger probably won’t suit my looks. I like the way that alcohol consumption has increased certain areas of my body. I have very enhanced curves at the moment. I no longer look like a child. I have grown up in the way I look now. I’m finding that many more people are seeing me as attractive. Maybe I do look better slightly bigger. I spent way too long constantly trying to stay a size 8 to 10. That made me miserable. I couldn’t eat much food which makes me grumpy. I’m not advocating being fat but you’ll never be happy if you’re constantly letting numbers (either on scales or clothes size) define your worth. We can’t all be supermodel sizes. The average size for women in the U.K. is 12. There are very few women who actually can fit into a size 6, 8 or 10. I’m getting to my mid 30s which is a time where females start building fat stores if they’ve had a child. It is extremely difficult for those of us with hormone imbalance to not have excess fat in certain areas. I have this issue regularly which is probably not helped by the cyst on one of my ovaries. I just don’t see the point in getting stressed about weight any longer. I accept that I’m on the curvy side and it no longer bothers me.