It is such a wild experience when your belly just blocks access to stuff. Tying shoes? Not gonna happen. Picking up a dropped paper from the floor? Forget it. Rolling over in bed? Not always successful. Fitting in a booth? Rarely. Reaching yourself...? Not always... Life seems to evolve around this ball of flab attached to my waist 🥵

I was out drinking with a friend last night, and her boyfriend picked us up. They have a Toyota IQ with the tiniest of backseats and just two doors. I can fit in the back without issue, but getting past the front seat into the back? Nigh impossible. They were too busy snogging to pay attention to me trying to squirm my way inside, my belly squashed between the seat and the door. It was even harder getting out, for some reason, and I seriously thought I was completely stuck for a while until I managed to squeeze through like dough rising in a bowl 🫠

Seriously wondering if I've been sleep-eating... Either that, or a ghost must have eaten an entire bag of cheese overnight 😂 I think I'm in trouble if it's the first scenario 😳

I did get myself weighed... and the verdict was a lot higher than I expected 😅 From 365lbs to 401 😮‍💨

I was buying fabric for a coat-project. I already knew how much I'd likely need, but my friend insisted on pulling out her measuring tape. Her 5 foot tape wasn't enough to go around my belly, though 😅