Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 1
Tears: None.
Pancakes (Yes/No): No.
Syns (Baggy is allowed 8-15): A week's worth.
Weight in her terrifying naked state (Stones and pounds): 12st 7 1/2lbs
Overall day: 😀
Thursday/Friday's regime is a little different to the rest of the week for Baggy. Troup over to the soon-to-be-a-holiday cottage on Thursday and let The Domestic Goddess work her socks off. Stay the night so that Baggy can go to Fat Club on Friday morning. Then get The Goddess to do some more work, before meeting number one furry from work and heading home. Minty Mutt has now got his head around this routine, even if Baggy hasn't. This morning he was settled on his bed before Baggy was even ready herself. And he didn't bark when she left. Mind you, it might have been better if she hadn't left. The scales were not impressed with her, but at least she'd only put two pounds back on, not four. She was about to go straight home again, as a) she was embarrassed and b) her little gang of friends she sits with hadn't turned up, when she was asked to join another "gang" and stay. And then her gang turned up. Baggy took her coat back off and sat down. She promised to try hard this week.
She went home to the soon-to-be-a and The Goddess started cleaning and vacuuming. She decided to vacuum the cobwebs off the beams ready for her to start painting the ceiling between them sometime soon. Clever Bird got a shock when she realised that the sides of the beams were so covered in dust that they were turning from brown, to black as she "revealed" them. No wonder that house is so hard to keep clean. By the time Calum got home, Baggy was in a sweat. She was still wearing her, try-to-save-a-pound-and-boost-Baggy's-confidence-nice-outfit, which The Goddess really shouldn't have been cleaning in. But she wanted to look nice for number one furry for once. As soon as he was in and had seen her, she changed back into her paint splattered jeans and a thermal vest - sexy! Not! But he said he didn't mind - just as well as it's Baggy's usual look these days.
Hormonal Hannah had a lovely surprise though. One of Baggy's lovely Baggees (a fellow lorry driver of Cal's) had bought her a wonderful present to help with her depression - a beautiful little amethyst divining crystal. Apparently amethyst gathers negative energy and brings peace. It was such a thoughtful present from a lovely lady that Baggy hasn't even met yet. Baggy was very touched. It is now tucked in her pocket!
Crates and old mattress, all loaded onto Dodgy truck, they headed off in their mini-convoy home. Hormonal Hannah needed to stop halfway home. Baggy phoned Calum, "I'm going to have to shoot into the loos at Stonham Barns".
"Oh, good. I need a coffee to wake me up".
Cappuccino, cheese scone and proper butter later. Yeah, okay then Baggees, AND a piece of Victoria sponge cake, they went for a little wander. While Hormonal Hannah was having her second trip to the loo, Furry Mama asked Calum to take Minty to the nearest patch of grass. When she came out there was no sign of them. Baggy went back to her car, only to hear Cal calling her. He took her round to a crystal shop. In they went and came back out with more amethysts - a bracelet and a "ball" for the house. Well anything is worth a whirl Baggees.
Home. They unloaded Dodgy truck and turned the house into a total mess once again. Every time The Goddess thinks she's achieved something, she has to do it again! Calum asked The Goddess what was for supper. "No idea", she said, thinking that she hadn't got the energy to rustle up spaghetti bolognaise.
"Fancy fish and chips?" he asked.
"Oh yes".
Now, why Baggees? Cheese scone. Victoria sponge. Fish and chips. And as Clara types this, Calum is whisking up an Angel Delight, which he will add fruit and crumbled biscuits to - at Baggy's request. Clever Bird has been thinking about this. Baggy's always had a self-destruct button: in relationships, in work, just in general really. But this food thing at the moment is almost a form of self-harm. Yes, of course that's an extreme description but Clever Bird's not sure what else to call it. Dumb. But tomorrow's another day............
And today I am 😊
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