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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 a size 16 and …

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 make up 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 up on…

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 an 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 my 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 is so much better…

Where I'm at body wise- 2017 UPDATE

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A big portion of this blog is about my body, my weight and my body confidence. Both the happy parts and the bad bits. I promised you all I would never sugar coat anything for you because I want people to see the real Anna.

The first update is that I'm still fat, I'm still over weight but I can still fit into Topshop jeans so it means that I haven't put on any weight since last year. I still have dreams about being a size 8, having cheek bones and just showing off some bones in general. Then I see a cake and think "Na, lets have cake". It's a very confusing circle.

I'll insert a picture below to show you a current body image of me. Coming to uni has certainly changed the way I see myself and it's helped in a massively good way. In Workington I'd never dream of going round town with a skirt on or a crop top, or even how I normally dress at uni and on nights out in Bolton. when I'm back home I feel like uni has spoilt nights out now because I fee…

2016, you absolute legend.

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So it's that time of the new year, where I think about everything I done last year and either laugh or cry. Let's face it, i done both. Here are my 2016 doll moments and disaster moments.

DOLL

I went on so many adventures with my best friends, it's amazing what 20 quids worth of petrol, brit awards 2008 cd and 99p chicken mayo can do. I've seen some of the prettiest sights, spent nights in my car near enough pissing myself laughing, I've nearly killed Chris and Jade so many times.I made so many new friends, went to a lot of parties and experienced a lot of hangovers. 2016 was the year Anna and vodka got into a relationship.I got into bloody uni, a thing a year ago I thought would never happen. Actually, a year ago I hadn't even applied for uni. so much for a gap year, Anna.I experienced freshers week and survived.I learnt how to be independent, something which O think my Mam struggles to cope with because 20 weeks ago I didn't even know how to not burn pasta…

SINGLE, BROKE AND NOW I HAVE GREEN HAIR!

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You can tell it's been a while when I do a post like this. instead of doing mini posts on each topic I thought I'd get it all off my chest so we can focus on Christmas and the new year.

I'm single, yep I'm single and no longer in a relationship. A whole year and a bit together gone. For the fist week I was lost but now I've adapted and I'm ready to focus on Anna. There's no bad feelings, there's no hate. we just simply argued too much.

When I came to Uni I didn't realise all the things in a normal household I took for granted, like salt and pepper. have you seen how expensive they are? It's crazy. or tinfoil, tweezers, biscuits and most of all; toilet bloody paper. Before I came to uni me and my Mam worked out my budget and let me tell you, that all went to pot. I did not take into consideration that Annas' essentials and the worlds essentials are very different. I just thank the lord for sell by date and chopped tomatoes. Christmas is 3 we…

Life as a Cumbrian at University.

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So this post is all about my experience being a Cumbrian at University. If you don't know, I study at Bolton University and this is my first year. I always assumed people would now where it is, boy I was so wrong

'Oh so you must go out in Tiger Tiger all the time then eh?' I will say it again for the people at the back. I AM NOT FROM NEWCASTLE, I AM NOT A GEORDIE, I LIVE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY.

You WILL get funny looks from people when you ask "Alright *insert name* What's crack?" But no, I don't mean the drug, god sake people!

'Yeah I went to Cumbria once on a school trip, there's loads of lakes and stuff eh?' I will calmly try and tell you that rule number one of being a Cumbrians' best friend is that YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THERE IS ONE LAKE IN THE LAKE DISTRICT. And no, I don't know where you mean by 'We went to this forest to collect leaves, do you know where I mean?'

Near enough every southerner will think Cumbria is i…

My first week at Uni.

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Todays post is all about my experience with the first week at University. shock horror, I'm using lists.

The kitchen is a prime place to make friends, everyone has to eat.Things WILL go missing- deal with it and buy new bread #breadgateYou'll soon realise no one gives a shit what you look like, so go out with no make up on. Do it!Toilet roll will be used so fast.Someone will ALWAYS use your washing up liquid if left out.Drinks are cheap on student nights out and freshers, after that you need a loan.Take aways are hella cheap.You'll miss your family, your bed, your mam. you might even want to go home after 24 hours. DON'T.You'll meet people from totally different walks of life, they will make you understand that maybe the friends at home aren't as special as you thought.Everyone is scared to go to the toilet and poo, just do it before you all shit yourself.triple vodkas kill anna.google maps will make you walk 2 miles for a 10 minute walk.having your birthday dur…