Operation bikini.

I could drown in the amount of ben and jerrys I have consumed this weekend. Comfort eating - as mentioned to Emma only moments ago is going to wreck my summer. Operation bikini is my attempt to not be the slightly chubby, very single, very untanned girl sat with a face like thunder all summer until the weather gets cold enough for me to put my fat man trackies back on and hide in my room.

Yes - this is me overexaggerating a rather crappy weekend. But I have every right to. Just because.

Dont judge me. Just call me, ok?