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Squeezing in...

oooh.  Profound moment.

I think my body is doing what I am doing in my life.. I am squeezing into clothes at the minute (tenuously holding on to a glandular fever theory... seriously considering liposuction!).  Sometimes that makes for an uncomfortable fit.  Sometimes it requires a bit of creativity to make everything hold together. 

In my life just now I am trying to do the same.  I am squeezing more and more fat into the same size life.  I am tenuouslu holding on to the theory that next week will be less busy, whilst thinking about taking a sabbatical..  but it would all be fine if I just cut down on what I imbibe... if I said no a little more often..  if I wasn't trying to do six or seven things all at the same time..

hmmm... and if I'm really lucky then the clothes thing will be prophetic.. I'll stop doing so much and become skinny again..

or not!!

 

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