Okay, so tonight I'm going to meet up with my brothers and dad in London for dinner - you'd think I'd be looking forward to it, right?
Wrong. I have literally nothing to wear that fits me because I've put on weight due to comfort eating because of the amount of stress I'm under at the moment. So I'm going to look like a tramp and everyone is going to think I just don't give a crap about my appearance. Also, eating out is always so stressful for me. I have to think about the price because I don't want my dad to think I'm deliberately choosing something expensive on purpose, the calories and fat content because I really don't want to put on any more weight, the size of the dish because I don't want people to think that I'm a disgusting fatty or that I'm eating something small on purpose to make people think I'm not fat. Oh, and dessert?!?!? Do I? or don't I?
Gahhhh! Stressed out! And I just agreed to work on sunday