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Me at my heaviest - My big, fat story.

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This post is very much inspired by the lovely Fabulous and Us, I'll give you the links below. For the past month or so, I have been feeling some what 'Meh' at myself and my weight. Some days I love having a belly and boobs and some days I hate having a belly and that I have fat, everywhere. Dear god I say boobs quite a lot, sorry. 11 Stone 12 pounds at Prom. My all time lightest! To get me back on track, I looked at photos of me throughout my big, fat story. This blog was made for me to be truthful with everyone and myself. I hate talking about my weight and that number on the scales. Here we go.. At my heaviest I was 14 stone 4 pounds. My heaviest is now. I could say it is 14 stone 4 pounds of awesome or fun, but lets face it. That's bullshit. Let me tell you about my weight loss story, which started 2 years ago. My little cousins where going to the gym and I got bribed into going, I hated it. I smelt, I was sweaty and most of all, I left the gym still
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I bake cakes and have a dog!

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Well, it has been some time, hasn't it? Not really sure what to type, what to talk about but here's some good news! I got a house! like a proper grown-up house where I pay bills and buy toilet paper and I'm not woken up at 3 am by my flatmate having sex with some bird (woman). Not a bird woman.. As in a woman. I'm sure she was lovely... Sober and makeup intact. You do you girl, just not at 3 am in my flat. I got a dog! after many months of searching the rspca website and looking at massive dogs that were out of the question. I somehow ended up with a fluff ball called Ernie who is a little SHIT and barks at anything. I'm off my happy pills. okay, maybe not by doctors orders but I just stopped and you know what, apart from a few bumps in the road; everything is okay. Anyways, I can see myself rambling more than drunk Anna does on Snapchat. let's leave it here! I really miss blogging and there have been many times I've sat down with ideas
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My mental health story

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Today I feel I'm able to talk about my little brain, the way it effects my every day and how it impacted my life. If this is the first time you hear about some things, I'm not sorry. I've always been loud, in your face and a complete drama queen. I never let my fat thighs get in the way to podium dancing and I always had a smile on my face. I used to cackle with my laugh and everyone knew me. I loved my life, I got into uni after protesting I wasn't going to go. Then it started, my head decided to hate me. I was in a flat with awful people, people who made me feel so uncomfortable I refused to enter the kitchen. It got that bad I bought a portable hob so I could make noodles in my room. Everything spiralised out of control and I was unable to cope or to ask for help. Fast forward to May and within 3 weeks I moved back home, broke up with my boyfriend, bought a car and it blew up, costing me thousands. I had nothing, I felt like everything was going wrong. If it
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10 THINGS I HAVE LEARNT AT UNI

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As I've completed my 2nd year at uni (albeit a different uni, but that's another post) I've came to find that I've found out even more about myself than ever; and that people still can't understand us Cumbrians. so here are my 10things I've learnt at uni, enjoy! cheese xl needs to be a national treasure and I feel deeply sorry for anyone who hasn't had the opportunity to have them at least once. there's nothing in this world better than pads on a Thursday, fishbowl of skittles, donk, smoking area crack. amazing.  Cumbrians speak proper strange, like, really strange. why do we say yam? garn? marra? dossen? why do we always say ey? when at uni I feel like I basically have to slow my speech down that much it would be easier to send them a message. every single youtube video, blog post, news article and little booklet you get forced to put into your free goodie bag at uni open days- are all lies. sugar coating? Jesus christ. the people on the cover s
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LIFE AS A CUMBRIAN AT UNI- PRESTON EDITION

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Helloooooo! It's me, I haven't died, ran away with my next-door neighbour or became a stripper. just been living my best life, getting drunk and getting into debt. Uni life, hey. If you can remember more than me, you might remember that when I went to Bolton uni (bad times, let's not remember that whole experience), I have done a post about being a Cumbrian student. Well that was 2 years ago so I think it deserves an update. Lets go! People will think you're Geordie and they will make you say curly wurly, laugh at the way you say no, door, poor, hello... The list goes on. You will get stupidly defensive when some moron from Manchester tries and says he's more northern than you. Back away Oasis, you're basically midlands. Cheese xl will always hold a place in your heart, forever. You'll say a word and receive blank faces because did you know that no one uses the word ratch????? Horrified. You have to come to terms with the fact that if you have
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Friday the 13th.

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As I sit in my tiny uni room, covered in unicorn-themed items, surrounded by empty bottles of saka water; I wonder. how did I get here? First off, I'm not at Bolton anymore. I can honestly say, it was the worst decision of my life to even think about going there. I hated it, I hated the people, I despised my shitty flat with shitty flatmates who had my life (P.S I'LL PUT MY BACON WHEREVER I WANT). I hated the course, I hated my lecturer. It made me depressed and I knew that I wasn't going to return. So I quit. I sent an email to my tutor which said "You're shit, I'm not coming back"- He hasn't replied yet. Then came the difficult part of 'Shit Anna what the fuk are you gonna do??' and then came to the constant reminder from the back of my brain that I was a failure. Somehow, through clearing and pure luck, I got into Uclan or Preston uni. And I bloody love it. I love my silly mates, I love my dirty flat, I love the nightlife and most im
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Dear the boy who nearly broke me, but didn't.

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Dear, you, I was needy, and so were you. I needed attention, comfort and to know that I wasn't broke. You gave me everything I wanted, you gave me attention, you took me away on breaks to the city, you bought me makeup and chicken nuggets. You told me I was perfect; even when I'd just woken up and I still had last nights make up on. You said you'd keep me safe from my ex, that he was nothing. You supported me throughout my uni days, you video called me when I was crying and wanted to come home. You bought me kebabs even though you were 126 miles away from me, just because I was craving chicken. You were my everything, my world and my all. ... And then I came back from uni and it all changed. It had changed over the weeks, slowly. We talked less, argued more but I put it down to me. I stressed myself out with exams, I know. I didn't sleep or eat because I didn't want people to think I was a failure. I was stressed, you were stressed but I still tried. You gave
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PROS AND CONS OF STUDENT ACCOMMODATION

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Living in student halls is shit at the best of times, you have a small room, you have to share a bathroom with people who normally don't flush, you have to share a shower and hope you don't find any stray hairs and you have to share a fridge; which is a pain in the fucking arse. You can't have a shower at 1am, you feel awkward cooking bacon at 4am because you're hungry and unlike being at home, you get judged for running to the bathroom in a tshirt knickers. I personally cannot wait to get out of this jail cell, which Bolton uni kindly charge me 80 pounds a week for. I cannot wait to fill my freezer up with chicken nuggets and have no order at all with my fridge contents. If you haven't guessed, I'm having my own flat next year, and I cannot bloody wait. Here are the pros and cons of student prison. PROS You get to meet a lot of people, you get people in the same boat as you. shout out to Jordan, Leah and Leon, my original uni friends. Freshers are
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