Okay, so there really wasn't any possibility that I would end Christmas Day NOT feeling like a greedy whale or perhaps manatee...
I didn't eat a lot at dinner, not through restriction, I just didn't want that much, couldn't finish that much. We didn't have dessert in the end so I didn't have to decline and it wouldn't have been an issue. My parents know I can't have much milk.
But then I ate some sweets and a few chocolates. I don't know if I'm growing out of my 'sweet tooth' because I definitly had one when I was younger but mostly chocolate makes me feel sick.
We're going to see my grandparents tomorrow afternoon. I think my aunt and cousins and partners will be there. Which will probably be frustrating because to them I am a child. Luckily it isn't for lunch or a meal, just popping round.
I need to start my lab report. Other than that I don't have any specific plans. I have an invite to New Years Eve at a friends but I'm worried about going, I don't know them all that well. I'm kind of an outsider to their group, well I AM there is no kinda. But I don't want to be alone and I don't want to force myself on anyone.
The PJs my mum got me for christmas are 2 sizes smaller than the last pair she bought me...even though I'm considerably bigger than I was in 2009 (when she bought them). I mean they fit like they are meant to, I'm more wondering how this reflects how my mum sees me/ wants me to be.
My stomach hates me.