All in the best possible taste

Good afternoon lovely ladies,

I hope you are enjoying your Sunday

I spent part of yesterday looking for a dress for the upcoming wedding. As I wrote last post I'm not the biggest fan of shopping but I sucked it up and got in hunting mode.

I tend to fly through the shops at lightning speed only stopping if something catches my eye. I went to all the usual suspects and a dress did catch my eye in Monsoon. It was lemon yellow, which would be perfect for Italy and it was pleated, very pretty. I tried it on and it was nice but it just didn't give me that feeling of I never want to take this dress off and I want to feel like that.

In the end I finished up empty handed and somewhat disappointed but I still have 2 months to find something.

So we changed tack and went to look for shoes and a bag for my mother. She found them super quick so at least that was a success.

I wanted to treat my mother to lunch so we went a pub where they serve great food. I wasn't planning on eating but when I saw the menu I was completely overwhelmed. Carrot and orange soup with homemade soda bread, cajun chicken salad, steak sandwhich on ciabatta, homemade apple crumble, banoffe pie, freash apple sponge.

The waiters whizzed past me with plates of delicious food and in the end I had the soup which was so filling.

My mother had the banoffee pie which was the size of a house brick.

I purged in the restroom which I hate doing but I was fit to burst. It's so messy in restaurant bathrooms and when I came out of the stall there were two people waiting. I didn't care if they heard.

I left my mother then and I took a notion and decided to buy laxatives. A good clean out was in order.

They didn't have my usual brand so I bought the next best thing, a 300ml bottle.

It said to take 15ml so I took 150ml. I don't know why but I always take more than the recommended dose of any medication.

I drove home listening to Lana del Rey, singing at the top of my lungs, I'm a shocking singer.

I waited for the laxatives to work their magic and a few hours later my stomach started to churn and turn and then proceeded to bloat so I looked 9 months pregnant. My stomach felt like a cement mixer, very uncomfortable so I couldn't eat anything. Despite all this discomfort the scale did not move.

Note to self, laxatives are a waste of money.

I decided to include 2 photos in this post. They were taken last summer in Spain. I will take them down tomorrow, just in case. I weigh a bit more now and I'll post more recent ones soon.

Have a lovely Sunday and Happy Jubilee weekend to all you Brits,

Much love to you xxx

These were taken last summer in Spain