Purple Realm

Hello. Yes, my phone's still acting up. Yes, I'm still hoping I'll win a new one. I've entered about every competition available to win a new one .

Anyway, it's been a good family week. I was really rather ill for the first half of the week, but I've been getting better and managed to visit Grum later in the week. Then Dad called, and we spoke for the first time in a while. I got a couple of messages and comments on Stalkerbook that really made me smile, too.
And today, Gel (second youngest sister) texted to give me her new number. Now, normally I've no spare credit to reply, but as luck would have it, T-mobile gave me 5 days free web so I had spare credit to allocate for texts, so I replied. Asked how they were and all that, you know. She asked what we were doing, and I told her nothing, so she asked if we would like her and Momma (Dad's ex-wife, in case you didn't know) to visit. Well, of course we would! We hadn't heard from Momma since New Years, I texted that month to explain we couldn't do presents, and never got a reply - I thought she was upset or something.

They came on Momma's motorbike, and we spent 4 hours together, catching up, watching tv, sharing a meal. She was not upset about the gift thing at all, of course . One of the first things Momma commented on was me. She looked me up and down, got all big-eyed and high-pitched, and told me how different I looked. I told her how much weight I'd lost since we moved here a year ago and she was like, "looks like way more!" .

Funny thing. Every time someone in the family sees me, for the past two years, they comment on how much weight I've dropped. Whenever I tell them how much, or that actually I've gained, they argue with me . I will say this to everyone:
It is because I am happier.
With myself, with my life. I have my own kitchen now, where people don't steal all my stuff and make the place filthy. I can stock my fridge with ingredients, rather than one shelf with stuff I have to eat before thieves do. I'm no longer confined to a bedsit. I go out for long walks, I'm in a city I know and love. I love my life, and I. Am. Happy.

I don't care much about stuff anymore. I don't obsess about the way I look - I aim to like myself the way I am, and if I start to look a little more trim along the way, fine. There's more important things in life than looking perfect. I'd rather be a little overweight and healthy than get an eating disorder or body dismorphia or something. I take care of myself because I want to.

(Don't get me wrong, when I compare myself to how I had gotten a few years ago, I'm very proud and happy. But this is because it's happiness that made me this way.)

Kinda hoping my weight settles soon, cause my clothes keep having to be bought in smaller sizes .

ANYWAY!
Really thrilled to see Gel and Momma. I hope to see them again real soon .

In short:
Need phone
Feeling good
Saw Momma and Gel
Had a fun afternoon
I'm a big "loser" :fatsmiley: