I used to have a great pair of boots – long, lace up ones. I loved them. When I worked in the city last year, I’d often wear them to work then change into my runners to walk home. I didn’t want the extra weight of the boots weighing me down so I’d leave them in my drawer and take them home with me on the tram the next night. A perfect plan until one night: I had major crisis going on and spent the whole tram trip on the mobile trying to sort things out. I jumped off at my stop, still talking into my phone and only realised later that I’d left my boots behind. Nobody handed them in and I mourned for my lost boots (and, I swear to god, I saw a chick wearing them at a bar in the city a few weeks ago).
Yesterday I went to favourite shoe and they still had the same boots in stock. How happy was I? I *had* to buy them. You can’t argue with fate. But I didn’t even stop there – I had almost got out when I saw a great pair of shoes. Mary Jane style with a chunky heel. Only one pair left in stock and they fitted perfectly – I can’t fight that.
My eating has been out of control lately. I have no idea what’s going on with me. I just eat and eat and eat like a runaway eating machine. I have no idea why I’m doing this – I want so badly to get to my goal but I seem to be constantly putting food in my gob.