babble, body talk, exercise, mental health, photos, story of my life

In Which Tracy Stops To Smell The Flowers

When I got out of therapy on Tuesday (tear-stained, and annoyed that I didn't have a cloth with me to clear my glasses properly) I was supposed to be walking home. I'd forgotten that I needed to head into ASDA to get bread and eggs and things, so that I didn't, y'know. Die from malnutrition… Continue reading In Which Tracy Stops To Smell The Flowers

babble, cravings, exercise, food, pcos, randomosity, weight gain

In which Tracy comes full cycle

Tomorrow is Hogmanay. (In non-Scots speak: New Year's Eve.) This time last year, I was in the exact same place as I am this year, except this year I weigh a lot lot more, so I feel that my use of the phrase "mean cycle" is justified. So, this is what keeps on happening to… Continue reading In which Tracy comes full cycle