FAT FAT FAT
21//11/12 On a note that life does indeed go on, thought i would inject a little needed humour into a dark and gloomy blog as anyone that does know, knows there's a hearty laugh going on behind the misery, or should that be in front of the misery. I cannot spend life grieving for death, i have to breathe and have decided that i want to breathe inside a body that isn't so filled with flab. For that reason, I joined Weightwatchers for the second time. I was going last year just before Budsie went and lost a fair bit but he went and it fucked it up haha He fucked everything up, selfish twat. So i waddled in through the double doors, (you have to go in through the double ones, Jo says, single ones don;'t fit. The more weight you lose the less doors you can go through). Its like a weight labyrinth So i sit down, start chatting to old Mary beside me and jolly along, almost accepting tea from the withered hand stretching out towards. I look up,...