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 😅

Someone had used my desk at work which is fine, but they had adjusted the height, and that thing glitches so much - one day it works fine, the next day it won't rise or lower down no matter how many times you press the buttons. They had set it ridiculously low - I always have it so my belly fits under it, but now it bumped right up against my gut, and I couldn't reach my keyboard 😩 I took my laptop and worked in a conference room instead... hopefully the desk will play ball and let me adjust it after the weekend 🙄