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It seems I have become a morning person! Who would have thought?!

Didn’t quite get to the gym at 5.30 as planned but Matt didn’t make it anyway so that didn’t matter...5.45-6.45 at the gym and then straight to the office for a shower and at my desk for 7.45.

Now to book a meeting room to have a nap this afternoon when I inevitably crash...

Asked my manager if I could have today off (because the week had left me hanging by the smallest of threads) at the end of yesterday and he said yes so FREEDOM

Off to Bluewater in a bit for substantial amounts of food and maybe some comfort purchases..

I’ve managed to shift nearly a stone of comfort weight in the last 6 weeks or so!

Trying to turn to comfort exercise instead of eating...it’s hard

I am struggling today. I feel so empty of everything these days that I just have nothing interesting to say to anyone.

Found out last night that the last set of my lil bros scans show the cancer has now spread to his bones while we’ve been fighting for them to finally start treatment. Which is bullshit.

I’d done quite well the last few weeks dragging myself out of my dark hole, catching upw ith friends and getting back in shape.

Now I feel like I need to disappear somewhere with nobody apart from junk food.

This is my awesome little brother trying to spread awareness of what he has so that others stand a better chance of surviving it with an early diagnosis.

When your US office try to get you on a call from 8-9.30pm

So. Much. NOPE.

I am finding it really hard to make any form of future plans currently.

It just straight away hits me that my brother will most likely not get a chance to do whatever it is and stops me in my tracks.

I got a FitBit yesterday because I need to shift some of my comfort eating weight and I am looking forward to the war of my laziness Vs my competitiveness.

I will probably log the most steps in my first week and then retire to a life of eating Doughnuts tbh.

Yaaaas 10% pay rise!

I was so nervous raising it with my manager earlier this year but as soon as I did he was like nah i’ve already got you covered - pretty sure you’re down for the largest % of anyone in the company you’ve done great and now it’s finallllly all been confirmed.

I am extremely impatient for payday now to see what my monthly take home actually works out as.

We had a huuuuge storm last night and I spent at least half an hour staring out the window in complete zen.

Apart from when one particularly massive burst that filled the whole visible sky took out the power for a few minutes. That was less zen.

wellllllllll shit, I’m 30!

Feel like I’m staring blankly at my work screens hoping things magically happen currently.

Too distracted waiting for news today to function. Should have stayed in bed.

I feel like I’m reaching the stage of just having nothing left to give.

I am the the person a few of my friends often go to for some positivity or a rant and I am always happy to be the listener.

But I am sooooo drained from what feels like just over a year of being on the verge of a complete breakdown it’s getting harder to do.

Maybe it’s time to try the 'help’ we are offered with what my brother has but I just don’t knooooow.

I mean I do feel like I would rock the curled up in bed spooning bad food in to myself constantly style...

Find it mega annoying that my office is full of people that get here stupidly early and leave late!! I don’t get paid enough to compete with that shit

My car died a few weeks ago and with how much shite we’ve been through recently I decided it was time to treat myself!

What shall we call it?

I finally got to drop the underscore from my twitter username!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe 2019 will be my year...........

It’s the little things in life and you know it. Maybe I’m just cranky as my body is in shock from having to function before noon.

I just made the mistake of checking my bank account for the first time in a few weeks post Christmas shopping :(((

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