The completely unfiltered diary of a 24-year-old (week 60)
Just realized the title needs to be updated. Jeez. 24.
I’ve decided to return almost all the clothes I bought three weeks ago. I did keep one top though — well done self!
Shopping is still better in person I guess, because you get to try stuff on and you’ll know immediately if it’s too short/the wrong color/too thin etc. But, the pictures of clothes on models on online shopping sites is pretty useful, cos sometimes stuff looks terrible on the hanger but could look good on a person.
Oh well. I guess at 24 is not too late to finally get into fashion……just a little.
I just want a good capsule wardrobe that will last essentially forever. :’) I still very much love the bag I’ve been using for the past 9 years. Wow. 9 years! Hell, I’m keeping it forever.
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Went climbing with Shelly and some of her friends. It was a lotta fun! I’d love to go again, and even if I had to go alone it’d be fine, I think. There was only one guy in the whole gym that I saw climbing alone (that I’d noticed, at least). Everyone else was in a group, which makes me a bit more self conscious about going alone. But seeing that one guy already made me feel better about possibly having to go alone.
It’s definitely more fun in a group though.
Also, this was probably my first time meeting new people in a long while. Thanks COVID.
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*Bulimia trigger warning??*
I ate too much and literally feel like throwing up. I’ve been having acid reflux and goddamn it’s uncomfortable.
I even googled how to make yourself throw up, and ended up sticking fingers down my throat and gagging, but nothing came up.
Why the fuck did I eat so much.
Jeez. True first world problems.
Had a 3-course lunch with colleagues, then came home and ate almost a full pack of gummies. I think it’s the gummies that did me in. And then I had dinner. I can taste the gummies coming up in the acid reflux.
Gross. Sorry. Ugh. It’s so uncomfortable and it gets worse when you lie down, so now it’s hard to sleep.
Gosh. Reminder to self to not be a freaking PIG.
I’m exhausted. This reminds me of when I’d stupidly drunk wayy too much beer after having a huge meal, and essentially found myself in the same situation. Tossing and turning in bed because I couldn’t sleep.
I ended up getting up after an hour with the urge to puke, and thankfully, I did. Instant relief. Fell asleep fine after.
Ugh. Maybe because it’s food this time, it’s not coming up.
Clearly I didn’t learn my lesson.
Ok. From now on. NEVER again.
Side note: lunch with colleagues was pretty good. The food was great. Though I did suffer a bit of existential dread on the way to and back from the lunch. Anyway. I feel too shitty right now to continue writing. It was good to see my colleagues and hear about their lives. Tough being parents.
xo,
Amber
