I was stood in a gazebo wearing an expensive dress to watch my gorgeous Marmaloid and her wonderful man become husband and wife. Can't quite believe it's been a year already as it seems like only yesterday that I was stressing about fitting my arse into a plane seat and being mistaken for a beached whale whilst sunbathing! So, very happy first anniversary to you darling Marms and Mr Carpenter, thank you for letting me share your special day and I love you both masses.
I wish I could rewind and go back to Cuba, not just for the sunshine, the laughter, the great friends and the mojitos but also for the total feeling of empowerment I came home with. I was ON FIRE, brimming over with the feeling that I could do anything I set my mind to and that nothing (not even a huge arse) was going to stand in my way. That feeling has slipped a little bit and I'm afraid to say, I'm back to being a bit of a wuss when it comes to trying new things…
Pre-surgery you'd never have caught me going to the house party of someone I'd never met before but I went and I had a great time even if I was still the lardiest person there by a country mile. The birthday boy is a terrifically handsome Frenchman and so the party was riddled with gorgeously chic Europeans and savvy London types but they were all so lovely it was practically impossible for me to feel out of place.
I've still got a massive hang up about my body though but experience has taught me that even if I was a skinny size 12 I'd still think I was a lardy fatty boom boom! It's like I've been smacked upside the head with a reminder, I might have shifted a shit load of weight but really I'm only one step along my journey. I still have one hell of a long way to go.