(First off: sorry for the lateness of the second review. Life dropped something in my lap over the weekend when I was supposed to be writing this up, and I couldn’t get on the computer for more than 5 minutes. I’ll explain in another post!)

Phentaslim

Phentaslim Bottle - FATGIRLslim Phentaslim Review

The Outcome

Before I get started on the nitty-gritty of the actual details (weigh-in and measurements, etc) of the month, I’d obviously like to talk about how the month felt.

When I was taking Optimum Nutra’s other supplement, Superfruit Slim, there was a noticeable increase in my energy; I mentioned that in the review at the time.

However, while taking Phentaslim, not only was there an increase in my energy, but there was an increase in my alertness. I wasn’t just able to feel energised during the month, but I felt awake during the month, and it wasn’t the same kind of energy you get from a cup of coffee. It was the kind of energy you get from a really good night’s sleep. I’m not just saying that, either! During the last month, my sleep pattern has completely changed. I’ve gone from sleeping until 3 in the afternoon, to going to sleep close to midnight and waking before noon, looking forward to the day.

There’ve been days when I think the only reason I’ve been able to stay awake, has been because of the energy Phentaslim‘s given me. I had a day where I had 4 hours’ sleep, and I managed to stay awake until midnight without napping, where normally I’d sleep for a few hours during the day and then go to sleep really, REALLY late and regret the whole thing and… ugh, yes.

I also feel as though my appetite’s been lessened, which is quite amazing, considering how much it’s already been lessened by my use of Slimpods, but there’ve been days when I’ve literally been happy just eating my three meals. The last time that happened to me, I must have been a kid. But it happened more than once, this month. And I’m pretty sure hell hasn’t frozen over.

All right, though. Time to get down to the nitty-gritty, huh?

Weigh-in time.

Mid-Month Phentaslim Weigh-in

ozeri
-3.3lbs
-8.5lbs since Phentaslim Part One
362.3lbs

If we go by my March weigh-in, I’ve lost 8.5lbs since I started taking Phentaslim… but that’s not including the weight I gained and lost during the month. I mentioned in the April weigh-in that I almost hit 380lbs at one point in March, due to a seriously low ebb in my mood and the accompanying binge-eating, which means it’s actually more like 15lbs. (Plus a couple more, probably, since I’ve also just gotten over That Time Of The Month…)

I’m more than thrilled with that weigh-in. I can actually feel the difference in my body – my knees don’t hurt as bad as they do when I’m creeping up to the 380s; I’m not gasping for air as much when I’m climbing the stairs to my flat; and while my back still hurts, I can walk that wee bit further before it starts hurting.

It’s all good!

Mid-Month Phentaslim Measurements

March, 2014

  • Left wrist: 7″
  • Upper left arm: 18″
  • Left thigh: 33″
  • Left calf: 20″
  • Left ankle: 11.75″
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  • Right wrist: 7″
  • Upper right arm: 19″
  • Right thigh: 33″
  • Right calf: 19″
  • Right ankle: 10.25″
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  • Neck: 16″
  • Bust: 57″
  • Band size: 48.75″
  • Waist: 54″
  • Hips: 66″
April, 2014

  • Left wrist: 7″
  • Upper left arm: 18″
  • Left thigh: 32″ (-1″)
  • Left calf: 20″
  • Left ankle: 12″ (+0.25″)
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  • Right wrist: 7″
  • Upper right arm: 19″
  • Right thigh: 33″
  • Right calf: 19″
  • Right ankle: 10.25″
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  • Neck: 15.5″ (-0.5″)
  • Bust: 57″
  • Band size: 50″ (+1.25″)
  • Waist: 54″
  • Hips: 66″ (-2.5″)

Phentaslim Pros

Well, I talked above about the best pros above: the amazing energy and awareness that you get while taking Phentaslim. I’m not even kidding! I wish I had more than a month’s worth. :) If I was a student, I’d kill for the energy and alertness these things give you – so long as you use them WISELY, and as PART OF A VARIED AND BALANCED DIET, and don’t use Phentaslim as a substitute for food or as a substitute for a varied and balanced diet. >:( Pills ≠ food.

But they really are quite amazing when it comes to increasing energy and alertness. I can’t talk science re: their claims for supercharged metabolism and thermogenic fat burning, but my weigh-in’s pretty effing decent, considering I didn’t do any actual exercise this month. I walked home once or twice (two miles at most) and did the grocery shopping. Usual stuff.

I didn’t do any intentional exercise this month!

And I do like the fact that they smell like raspberries when you’re taking the pill out of the bottle. But that’s a personal thing. :)

Phentaslim Cons

The cons list is really, really small, because there have only been two side effects that I’ve noticed.

One:

It may just be me, but I’ve noticed quite a big increase in my need to urinate this month. That includes going to the bathroom during the night. I usually go once a night anyway, but while taking Phentaslim, I’ve been going twice a night; once, I went three times a night. It’s not a huge inconvenience, and not a terrible thing. It just means that I’ve had to remember to “go” before I go out, more than I usually do, and that I’ve been going more than usual.

(And my pee is kind of pink sometimes!)

Two:

Probably connected to the above, I’ve needed to drink a heck of a lot more this month than usual, which I fully expected, given that caffeine is a diuretic. It’s not unusual, and, as I said, I totally expected it, and it’s probably completely different for everybody, but just something you should look out for!

Phentaslim: Overall

Overall, I was absolutely thrilled with my month on Phentaslim. I had masses of energy, I felt alert, and I was able to pay attention to what I was doing without my bipolar disorder taking over and having me run away to do seventy thousand things an hour. Being able to pay attention was a wonderful thing, and meant that I was able to sit and knit and crochet and watch TV for a good long while, and I got a good chunk of a project for my Granny done, when I’d have gotten bored easily and moved onto something else if I hadn’t been taking it.

I love the fact that my appetite was suppressed without me even realising it – and isn’t even a claim made by the pill! – and that I’ve seen a really good weight-loss, even if the measurements don’t quite match up, although that could be down to using a new 120″ measuring tape this month, where I was using a different measuring tape last month.

Overall: ★★★★★

Recommendation, Phentaslim Availability & Pricing

I’d definitely recommend Phentaslim to anyone who needs more energy for looking after kids or trying to exercise or trying to study while losing weight; the caffeine and guarana should work wonders for you!

As for everyone else?

Well, if you’re interested, why not give it a try?! Phentaslim is 100% natural, and even comes with a 30-Day Guarantee, so if you’re not 100% happy, you can get a refund (subject to terms and conditions, of course).

I honestly can’t recommend it highly enough.

It’s available exclusively at Phentaslim.com, and is priced like so:

Starter Pack – 1 Month’s Supply (30 Pills): £34.95 (a saving of £25!)

2 Months’ Supply – 60 Pills: £59.95 + free shipping (a saving of £59.95!)

3 Months’ Supply + 1 MONTH FREE! – 120 Pills: £89.95 + free shipping (a WHOPPING saving of £149.95)

And I’d be really, really thrilled if you’d share this review far and wide, using the “sharing is caring!” links below. :)

Disclaimer

I have not been monetarily compensated for this review. I received 1 (one) month’s supply of Phentaslim.com to try and review, and was not required to, nor asked to, write a positive review. My opinions are my own. As stated in my disclosure page, any links in this page are affiliate links, which means that, should you buy a product linked from this page, I’ll receive an affiliate’s payment for it.

In Which Tracy Goes Into The Woods Again - Title Image

Into The Woods

I’ve been waiting for a good enough day to walk home from Mum and Dad’s house, so that I could go through Udston and Glenlee Woods again; the last time I was there was apparently September 2013, according to Foursquare. And since I’m the one who created the Foursquare check-ins for the two woods, and I’m probably the only one who knows they exist, I’m probably the only person who’s ever checked into them.

So I’ll trust Foursquare on that one.

It was kind of weird. Still a little muddy, not really as overgrown as I thought it’d be. I know that green things tend to stop growing in the winter, given that whole lack of nourishing sunshine thing, but I also know that there are some things in the woods that thrive in winter.

It was even more weird that the place looked completely empty in some places, though. I know that there are some spots that are new plants, and so it’s expected that the trees are going to be extra-bare when there aren’t any leaves around, but it actually looks like half of the trees are gone at one bit.

At another bit, just as you get into the Glenlee Woods, there was this awesome bit, where I normally go down to the left and follow the creek down, but today I went to the right.

Mostly because of this, on the left:

In Which Some Things Didn't WANT Tracy To Go Into The Woods Again

In Which Some Things Didn’t WANT Tracy To Go Into The Woods Again

I probably could have gotten under it, but with the ground as squishy as it was, I also didn’t wanna risk going to the left and falling on my ass and rolling into the creek. (I’m not sure it is a creek. I’m pretty sure if you follow it, though, it leads to the River Clyde. Which, in turn, leads down to my hometown of Greenock. Which is pretty shibby.)

So I went to the right, and found the big Oak tree. I’m not ashamed to say that I talked to him for a wee minute. You have to talk to Oak trees. *nod* Especially when you’re from Greenock. (Green. Oak. Well, not really, but it’s a town legend. *grin*)

Then I crossed the bridge, and found one of the two big American Redwoods – I read somewhere that there are only two in these woods, although how the hell there are two American Redwoods in these woods in the first place, I’ll never know! – and went over to see it, because it looked, I swear to god, like the bark was fuzzy! It wasn’t exactly fuzzy, but it was kind of… it had just kind of broken like that, so the ends were all soft and not jaggy, and it was really nice, actually!

And then there were the cheeky grey squirrels running over my head and dropping the blossoms on me, and the guy who looked at me like I was nuts ’cause I looked like I was just staring at the trees when I was actually watching the squirrels, oops. XD

But there are so many bare patches, it’s weird. Hard to say whether the Council’s clear-up guys have been in and were over-zealous, or whether it’s just because it’s spring and everything isn’t back to its end-of-summer beauty like I saw it last year, which is kind of sad, because it was beautiful last year, when I was picking wild raspberries the whole time, and even when I couldn’t get my hands on any brambles because everyone else was stealing them, it was still beautiful.

And the best news is that if I get this job I’m going for on Wednesday, I can walk through Glenlee to get to it every day it’s a good day! How’s that for a nice wee bonus, eh?

Fingers crossed.

ozeri
-5.2lbs
-0.5lbs since Jan 15 2013
365.6lbs

Yay! I’m in the minus digits again!

An apology and an explanation for the late weigh-in

Well, kind of but not really. Sorry I didn’t post it yesterday. Kind of didn’t want to post a weigh-in on April Fool’s Day! Especially not one that’s good like that.

And I know it’s not 8lbs (which would be an average, 2lbs-a-week kind of a month), but I’ll take what I get!

Considering the fact that I’m actually keeping an eye on my weight if I feel something’s a little off (like my knees hurting going down the stairs, and getting really out-of-breath when getting to the top of the stairs in m close), I stepped on the scale at one point during the earlier part of March, and the scales read 379.somethinglbs.

When I was saying that I was having a really tough time lately, I wasn’t joking. It was worse than I was letting on; I tried explaining that. I don’t think I quite got it across.

One fortnight, I didn’t have enough money to buy an actual proper shopping – like, meat and fruit and veg and stuff – because a lot of my bills have converged into the first two/two and a half weeks of the month. And what money I did have, I spent on buying junk food, instead of proper food, because that’s what my pleasure centres wanted, according to my therapist.

She said I’m not getting the good feelings elsewhere most of the times – my lack of friends and human contact means I’ve got these weird problems with impulse control, and despite the fact I don’t actually have cravings any more [YAY THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN, seriously, I can't thank Sandra at ThinkingSlimmer.com and Slimpods enough. CRAVINGS SUCK.] I still have impulses to stifle the lack of pleasure and happiness that you’d usually get from things like human interaction and just… basic day-to-day activities like going to work and being around other people and walking around and stuff.

So yeah, that’s happened once or twice now. What it means is that I’m actually starting to get signs of what I keep on thinking of as, “Oh dear fucking god no, please tell me I’m not getting malnourished,” but it probably is. It’s showing up as little blisters in the back of my throat that I need to reach in and scratch to pop so they don’t rub against my tongue and drive me mad. The one time I actually remembered to buy multi-vitamins from Lidl, I took them for two months, and the blister-y things went away! So yeah. Lack of macronutrients and vitamins. Signs that I need to eat actual food, and not try to subsist on a diet of pastries, crisps, and gummy sweets.

But that’s also why, at one point in March, I almost hit 380lbs again.

It’s also why, at the start of April, I’ve got my head on straight. Again. Therapy’s slowly breaking me down. I’ve never cried in front of anyone as much as I’ve cried in front of Dr. Walton, I think. (Or, well, not in this short a time, anyway. Over the 31 years, I’ve probably cried in front of Mum more, obviously. Linda and Lorna, too, maybe. Haven’t cried in front of Dad too much, I hope. [*♥ my family*]) She doesn’t put up with my bullshit, and that’s important. She threatened to discharge me if I didn’t actually start to process stuff, because, uh, how else am I going to change?

And I think that’s the important part, really, isn’t it?

I have to want to change.

Maybe I’ve been blogging all these years, thinking I’ve wanted to change, but deep down I’ve been scared I’d never make it or that something’d go wrong or I’d still be a laughing stock or something. I’ve not been ready to change.

I think I’m ready to change now.

I’m ready to change so that I can stop being in pain.

I’m ready to change so that I can be happy.

I’m ready to change so that I can be healthy.

I’m ready to change so that I can have a future.

So I’m going to change.

FATGIRLslim’s going to go through some changes, too, in the next month, but don’t worry, you’ll probably hardly notice a thing.

Hopefully.

The important thing is that I’ve got my head on straight, looking to the future, and that I’m seeing clearly and I’m not scared anymore.

That’s a good first step, right?

My second interview, the face-to-face interview, was this afternoon, and I’m going to apologise straight up, because I didn’t get a photo of my outfit. When I got home, basically what I did was the fastest undressing I think I’ve ever done in my life upon coming home (and this includes the few times that reproductive acts were imminent).

I’d gone through the interview, which I think went pretty well. I’ll not tell a lie: I’ll be very, very surprised if I get the job, as it involves being on my feet 7 hours a day, 5 days a week, and the other two gentlemen who were down in the foyer with me were… well. “Normal”-sized.

I know they can’t not choose me on that basis, but I also had to answer that I had no experience in one of the questions, as that was complete truth (no, I have no experience with car parks from a parking point of view, other than yelling at my Dad from the side/backseat about how bad other people’s parking is), but I’m supposed to find out tomorrow, so we’ll see.

Luckily, however, there was this photo that @CommitToAwesome on Twitter replied to two days ago that made me think of which outfit I wanted to wear:

Almost My Job Interview Outfit
I didn’t wear the hat, and I wore my black boots and my smart city shorts instead of leggings. I also wore the Obi-Belt underneath my boobs. Before I rushed out the door, I had a moment to think: “I look like I’m auditioning for a part on Pirates of The Caribbean.”

I meant to take my coat off when I got into the building, but kept it on because I didn’t take my bag off. Oops. So I got interviewed wearing a bright red coat instead of my cream-coloured Victorian-inspired dress. Hopefully the sleeves of which covered the tattoo on my wrist; I’ve been turned down for a job before, the role of which didn’t even deal with the public, because “we can’t hire you because of your tattoo; it goes against our ethics”. No joke.

Makeup was a smokey eye (with a tiny hint of pink), the pink-toned pillarbox red lipstick, and my eyebrows filled in. The second that I put foundation on, I swear my eyebrows disappear.

Makeup for Interview
The makeup I wore for the interview: smokey eye (with a hint of pink); contoured cheeks; pink-red lips.

I Hate This Foundation
Unfortunately, this is what my foundation looked like. It didn’t look this bad when I was putting it on, I swear. The different lights, I suppose? But when I was taking it off, I just sort of went, “WHOA WHAT THE HELL,” and immediately found the foundation and threw it in the bin, because despite the fact it looked fine on my jawline when I tried it on, and the fact that I’ve put it on with my fingers before, this is the first time I’ve put it on with my ACTUAL FOUNDATION BRUSH LIKE I’M SUPPOSED TO, AND IT LOOKS DREADFUL.

Fingers crossed the ladies in the interview didn’t count my foundation against me. Everything else looked good, right?!

Ugh, but anyway. I got out of the interview, had a wee cheeky McD’s for my lunch (3/4s of a Chicken Royale, 1/2 large fries, 1/2 large milkshake. I’d have been better ordering a medium meal, but I’d forgotten how much smaller my portions are since restarting my Slimpods, and I really wanted the Monopoly pieces…) and headed down to Watt Brothers for some more wool (why? My wool box is actually overflowing. I don’t need new wool. But I need different colours, which is annoying. I need a bigger damn BOX. XD) and then down to Iceland to buy some ACTUAL FOOD.

Or, well. Actual FROZEN FOOD.

Like, I have frozen breaded cod fillets, and Aunt Bessie’s chips, and a turkey breast, and chicken breasts, and things like that, and again, I won’t lie: I bought Cornettos. But I have FOOD. In my freezer. I need to actually go to Lidl tomorrow on the way home from therapy to get fruit and veggies and milk and eggs and stuff, but I have FOOD.

THAT I CAN EAT.

IN MY FREEZER.

It also meant that I was walking around for an hour and a half just as my painkillers were running out, so I got a bus home instead of walking the half mile. Not lazy. Also not a waste of money, because the buses were broken all day, and weren’t charging anyone anything. :D I got a free ride into town, and a free ride back home.

Can’t complain about that.

Now I just need to get through tomorrow and see how this job interview has turned out. See if smart/casual was the way to go, or not.

Tracy Looks Totally Fabulous

In Which Tracy Looks (Totally) Fabulous
I actually managed to take a decent photo of myself today.

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FATGIRL’s Fatshion

While I’m not a fatshion blog, I do actually have quite an interest in fashion, even if I don’t follow trends. Admittedly, I spend mostly of my time dressed in “whatever’s comfortable”, but for the most part, if there’s an event – birthday, Christmas, a night out – I do prefer to look good, and have a tendency to panic about what to wear, and have an even worse tendency to spend money that I don’t have on outfits for one day.

I got lucky, when I found out that I had an interview, in that I found a dress on SimplyBe, for £13.50 (at the time), that was not only cute, but (mostly) black, and almost indecently cute. I also actually bought a piece of lingerie, in the shape of a slip.

Now, you’ve already seen what I planned to wear to my interview in this post; I actually decided to go with different shoes, and to go with a different belt altogether. (Since I only own two belts, it’s kind of a one-or-the-other situation with my belts, haha!)

So here, have a few photos of what I ended up wearing today (I also used the bag in this post, which is super-cute, and matched the feel of the outfit, but still had a kind of seriousness about it somehow, like, “I AM SERIOUS. I WILL WORK HARD SO I CAN BUY PRETTY THINGS.” kind of a thing):

In Which Tracy Looks Terrific: Shoooooooooes
Shoes! I’ve had these shoes seemingly for a million years. I think I got them while I was in college. And if I didn’t get them while I was in college, I definitely got them when I was working in either AMAP/Plot or The Topic, which is somewhere between 7 and 8 years ago. AND THEY’RE NOT EVEN LEATHER. They’re just amazing.

In Which Tracy Looks Terrific: The Complete Outfit
The Complete Outfit. Yes, I only buttoned up one of my buttons, because it makes my shape look better. And yes, my hair looks dreadful because it’s been blown around by the wind. I hope it didn’t look this bad while I was in the room with the council ladies…

In Which Tracy Looks Terrific: See the difference when I wear the purple belt vs. the black belt?
See the difference? I think the pop of colour from the purple belt makes a huge, huge difference – and also the fact that the purple belt is less malleable meant that it didn’t squish up under my boobs and disappear. Which is totally a good thing.

Just ignore the cat butt in the background…

I feel like I should point out at this juncture that this is probably the first time since I was a kid that I’ve gone out in an outfit – not including dresses, because this is also technically a dress, but it’s mimicking something else in its styling – that the top doesn’t extend over the bottom, covering my stomach.

See, my huge, huge, hugest fear is that people will see my stomach hanging down. It’s stupid, because it’s completely obviously there, and I actually don’t worry about my huge butt, but my stomach? Yes. I worry about them seeing my stomach. I cannot get t-shirts or tops long enough to cover it, and it sends me into panic attacks sometimes when I’m trying to find something to wear and I can’t find a top that meets my jeans/trousers/jogging pants and goes beyond them.

The best tops I can find to do this? Those skater-style arse-skimming “dresses” that are in right now. I’m tall enough and everything on me hands low enough that it just looks like a long top on me, which is kind of shitty – and also why we should have models at both ends of the scale. (Seriously. Look at that dress, above, on me, and then look at the dress on the model. I’m 5′ 10″, and I weigh somewhere around 373~lbs. How tall is the model in the SimplyBe photo? The skirt doesn’t reach MY knees. And look at the photo of me in the slip, below. And look at the photo of the model in the slip. Same story. Models on both ends of the scale. Seriously.)

In Which Tracy Looks Terrific: Tracy actually owns lingerie
I actually own lingerie. I like this slip; it’s multi-way, so I can take the straps off, or do them crossover or whatever. It also doesn’t slide up, which is awesome. Minus points? It doesn’t suck my stomach in as much as I’d like. :(

Fatshion Future?

So, today’s “interview” wasn’t even a proper interview. What happened was a 10-minute written test: “are these license plates the same or different/are these street names the same or different; do these sums with time, and then put the answers in ascending order”. (The last part was actually evil.)

The problem is that I was informed in the email that it would be an interview-stroke-written assessment that would last HALF AN HOUR, which generally means talking to someone.

I mean, I’m glad I put the effort in, because (as I said on Instagram), I’d rather put the effort in and (having been shown to put the effort in), get the job, than put no effort in and not get the job.

I’ve got to wait and see if I get called up for a second interview, which probably will require actually talking to someone. In which case, WHAT DO I WEAR THEN?!

I have this dress that I bought from George @ ASDA last year, and even although it’s actually a size 24, some of the size 24s in ASDA have this weird tendency to fit me. (I’ve got at least 3 tops that fit me with no problem… :|)

And it’s a beautiful shape, and definitely interview material. But, I-need-an-opinion-time, is it too tight?

In Which Tracy Looks Terrific: A size 24 George @ ASDA dress
It looks kind of okay from the front, except for the gut-hips at the side.

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And then we get to the side-shot, and I think: I know this is supposed to be fit-and-flare, but this is a little too extreme, isn’t it?

So, what say y’all? Does the dress need to weight (haha, that pun’ll never get old) until I’ve lost a good few inches? Or do we think it looks all right now?

I personally like the top part of it, but not the bottom. I think the butt-n-belly make it too short, and a slight breeze’ll mean my lingerie’s on show for the whole world. I’m thinking that for the next interview, if I’m not wearing this, I’m probably going to go for my smart city shorts and… something.

I want more polka dots.

Happy Birthday, Tracy!

Perhaps not shockingly, as I turned thirty last year, I turned thirty-one this year.

We didn’t even do anything special for the day this year; Dad managed to get the day off, though, so everyone was here, except for Lorna and Matt (SADFACE), who are, of course, still in Canada until May. I cannot wait until May, when I’ll get to see them for a while before they go back home again. Stupid short holidays.

Huge difference between this year and last year?

I still have most of my cake left, this year.

When I came home last year, I had a chunk of my birthday cake that I’d brought home with me, and by the time midnight came around, I didn’t have any of it left. Right now, I’ve had one (wee) slice of the cake at Mum and Dad’s house, and I did bring home a big chunk of it, but I cut the chunk in half, acrossways, and then down the middle, too, and had one of the wee bits from the middle when I got home.

I understand that this is more than “normal” people have, but I hope people also realise that, at my size, I’m far from normal, and that this isn’t a slip-up. It’s my birthday, and perfectly allowed to have one-and-a-bit pieces of birthday cake!

Of course, I think this is entirely down to the Slimpods, which I’ve thankfully started listening to every night again. My food choices have been better at meals, when I’ve been grocery shopping, although I still need to work on my impulse purchasing.

(Wonder if there’s a Slimpod for impulse control? Hah. Maybe I’m just doomed for that one.)

But I sat down with myself last night and made some (birthday) resolutions. I figured, why make New Year’s Resolutions when for me, a new year technically doesn’t start until March 22?

So here we go.

Tracy’s Resolutions: Year Thirty-One

  • Give up drinking alcohol for the year
  • Try to learn how to love even the worst parts of myself.
  • Make at least one new friend.
  • Don’t think you’re a failure if you don’t manage the above.

Why the alcohol thing?

Why not?

I don’t tend to drink a lot of alcohol, which means that when I do, there’s usually a reason. And it’s usually a bad reason. I turn to drink for the same reasons I turn to food: anger, guilt, hatred. At myself. It’s a coping mechanism.

I had a bottle of Crabbie’s Alcoholic Ginger Beer in the fridge that’d been in there for about three months (maybe more), and I drank that last night while eating my dinner, and whether it’s because I don’t drink a lot now, or because of the pills I’m on (another good reason not to drink!), but even just that little amount – 4% alcohol, 500ml – had me a little lightheaded. Coming from a former alcohol, that’s… incredible.

Mostly, though, it’s the pills. If nothing else, it’s a good excuse, hah.

The rest, I think, are self-explanatory.

I spend far too much time, which could otherwise be spent being productive, being completely counter-productive. And I’d quite like someone in this neck of the woods, of my own age, to…

Well, I’m not entirely sure what to do. What do people do when they’re friends and live near one another? The last time that happened, I was still into the club/bar scene. Or in high school.

Oh my, how times have changed.

(I also have this plan to totally invade America and just live illegally in my friend’s loft. That’d work, too. /laughing)

As a wee random added fun piece:

Happy birthday, Tracy! from Google

I went to Google (obviously to search for something), and laughed, “Ha! Google’s celebrating my birthday!” But when I hovered over to see what the celebration was (550th birthday of the sponge cake, maybe?)… they, uh. Actually ARE celebrating my birthday. I’ve never seen anyone mention them do this before!

You might remember that I tested out Superfruit Slim last summer. The same company offered me the opportunity to test out their other dietary supplement, Phentaslim, and of course I said yes, as I’d had a very positive experience with Superfruit Slim.

Phentaslim – Packaging

As with the Superfruit Slim shipping packaging, it’s completely discreet, with no hint that it’s any kind of weight loss or herbal product; if any of you are embarrassed about that sort of thing, you can lay your mind to rest!

Phentaslim Shipping/Packaging
Completely discreet packaging!

The Bottle And Contents

Phentaslim Bottle
The bottle definitely looks like a health supplement, doesn’t it?! (The asterisk leads to the following on the back: * These statements have not been evaluated by the FDA. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease.)

Phentaslim "For Your Protection"
While Phentaslim has the ubiquitous Sealed For Your Protection sticker – which is surprisingly difficult to remove, which is a good thing! – it doesn’t have the cotton ball pad that Superfruit Slim had. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing! Does anyone know what the point of those things are, anyway? :)

Phentaslim pill/bottle size comparison
The size of the pill, as compared to the size of the bottle; it’s an average-sized pill. And they smell vaguely of raspberries!

Ingredients List and Claims

The claims made by Phentaslim are that the supplement will help you to supercharge your metabolism, will give you extreme energy and mood support, and provide thermogenic fat burning. It’s the specific ingredients included, such as guarana seed, green tea, capsicum and raspberry ketones that provide these effects.

It also includes Vitamins B1, B2, B6 and B12, which, at the correct levels, are clinically proven to support and increase the rate of metabolism, maintain healthy skin, hair and muscle tone, enhance immune and nervous system function and promote cell growth and division. (Some text taken directly from Phentaslim.com.)

This is the full ingredients list:

Phentaslim ingredients

Impressions Of Phentaslim So Far

I’ve been taking Phentaslim for a week already, and the main difference I’ve noticed is, of course, my energy levels. I’ve had at least one day where I’ve been surviving on minimum sleep (4 hours!) but I’ve lasted because I had the energy from Phentaslim – I don’t think I’d have managed without.

As for other effects, I can’t say; my weigh-in will come at the end of the month, as will my measurements. For now, however, I’m relishing the ability to stay awake for a full day, even when I’ve not a full night’s sleep.

I’m looking forward to the next three weeks, to see how the increased energy will help, and to see how true the claims are. My metabolism can do with some boosting!

Availability and Pricing

Phentaslim is available exclusively at Phentaslim.com. One month’s supply (60 capsules) is £34.95; two months’ supply (120 capsules) is £59.95; if you buy 3 months’ supply, you get three months plus one month free, at £89.95.

And every purchase comes with a no-quibble money-back guarantee. :)

Phentaslim.com

Check out the website, Phentaslim.com, for further details on everything I’ve mentioned above and more. There’s complete information, testimonials, FAQs and pricing information available for your perusal, as well as a contact form if you need any further information before making a purchase.

Disclaimer

I have received no monetary compensation for this review; I received one month’s supply (60 capsules) of the Phentaslim Dietary Supplement in return for an honest review. I was not required to write a positive review. All words, except where stated, are entirely my own. All opinions are, and will remain, my own.

I mentioned on Twitter, that I have my first job interview since 2010. Seriously. 2010.

So, what’s the first thing I do, ten days before my first-stage, written interview?

I panic about what I’m going to wear, of course. I don’t know if I’m going to talk to anyone at length, or what’s going to be involved in the written interview, but I figured that there’s no harm in being well-dressed.

Of course, I only own one actual outfit kind of a thing – pants, a shirt, and a sweater (or, a sweater/fake shirt thing, too) – so I decided to go for a dress.

For the love of all that’s holy, please ignore my hair in these photos. It’s in that horrible too-short-to-get-it-cut, too-long-to-sit-properly stage.

The Interview Clothes

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Complete outfit: shoes, dress, belt (you can’t see the belt), and jacket.

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Shoes, dress and Obi-belt.

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Shoes, and dress without belt.

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And, just for the fun of it? A booty shot. If I didn’t have the belly in front, I’d be a Kardashian with an ass like that.

Now, the important question is: should I wear the dress with or without the belt? While I like the fact that the belt’s covering over the join between the skirt and the shirt, when the belt’s not on, the shirt’s got that lovely floaty-looking look to it.

And the shoes? I love the shoes, but: should I take my basic black heels and change into them before I go in? Just because, y’know. Heels. They’re not, like, crazy-high heels. They’re pointy-toed, maybe 2.5″-3″ high. If these shoes were black, I’d stay with these ones. But because they’re nude, it kind of just makes it look like I’m barefoot.

So yes.

I have a job interview.

I’m kind of panicking.

I’m kind of excited.

And of course there’s also the: what the hell do I do when I get to the second interview?! I’m gonna have to come up with a second outfit…

And of course, if I get the job, what the hell am I going to do if they try to find a uniform for me?

The job’s for a parking attendant at a car park in town. It’ll require a full uniform. I’m almost having panic attacks at the idea of them not being able to get a uniform to fit me, and I’ve not even had my first interview yet.

Oy.

First signs of spring in Burnbank: white flowers, green shoots, and Tracy without her coat on!

First signs of spring in Burnbank: white flowers, green shoots, and Tracy without her coat on!

When I got out of therapy on Tuesday (tear-stained, and annoyed that I didn’t have a cloth with me to clear my glasses properly) I was supposed to be walking home. I’d forgotten that I needed to head into ASDA to get bread and eggs and things, so that I didn’t, y’know. Die from malnutrition or something.

I came out with some bottles of juice in my backpack along with everything else and it was quite heavy, so I went to the bus stop just to get the bus home instead of carrying my bag home. After waiting fifteen minutes for a bus – any bus, for god’s sake, First Lanarkshire! – I decided, “Well, screw this. I could have almost walked home by now.”

Even with the extra weight on my back.

And hell, the weight on my back’s probably nothing compared to the weight that I’ve either actually gained or “gained” through the lack of exercise and the act of changing my weighing platform (moving from the living room to the kitchen). I mean, I know that I’ve gained weight, obviously, since the start of the year. I don’t know how much of it’s down to switching from one floor to the other, and how much of it’s just to the fact that I’ve been in a shitter of a mood since the start of February for reasons beyond my comprehension (if anyone can tell me what happened at the start of February that’d start me on a downward spiral of self-hate and depression and random binge-eating, I’d greatly appreciate it!), but yeah, I know I’ve gained weight, so there was also this fear of, “Oh shit, how badly is this going to hurt me, to walk that mile and some change?”

But the fear was miniscule. My brain overrode. My brain was saying: “Tracy, it’s only a mile.”

And I think that’s the important part.

It’s ONLY a mile.

(Well, it’s actually more than a mile, but still. Also, ignore the fact that I’m, like, talking to myself in the third person. I didn’t actually do that at the time. It’s artistic license.)

So I got my legs in gear and started walking.

And then I stopped. And I took off my hoodie, put it in my bag, and started walking again.

It was glorious; the first warm day of the year. It was almost summer-hazy, with those kind of clouds in the sky that just dust over the blue but don’t cover the sun (you know the kind!) but I had my Yankees cap on, too, so I didn’t get blinded.

Funnily, I walked past people in their padded jackets and scarves, looking at me like I was the crazy one. ME, who lived most of the winter in a house with more clothes on than I was wearing right then? Yeah, too right I was going to enjoy the warmth and sunshine.

When I got down to LIDL, I noticed something weird and awesome: flowers. I’ve noticed the daffodils and some shoots poking up all over the place, but these were on the bushes/trees at the side of the road; they’re the white flowers in the photo at the top of the page. Actual signs of spring! Then I crossed the road, and the trees across the road had those wee green bud things on them.

I’m pretty sure that, this time last year, we were being snowed in, or at least being frozen in and complaining about Jack Frost working late. (Thanks for the two nice days, Jack! Hope you enjoyed your holiday. Please consider your winter finished now.) And now I’ve walked around jacketless and complained in a supermarket that I was too hot, and I actually stopped to smell the flowers and there was freshly cut grass as I walked home, and-

And I was going to catch the bus.

I was going to catch the bus, and I would have missed it all.

In Which Tracy Stops To Smell The Flowers: THE MORAL OF THIS EFFING STORY

Yeah, this is important enough that it actually needs a subheading.

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Tracy's boobs
A very important photo of My Boobs, taken at my big sister Linda’s wedding in 2010. Please note how they’re entirely uneven, also. Apparently this is completely normal, and a large number of women have uneven boobs! Nothing to be worried or ashamed about. :)

What’s actually going on with my boobs:

I remember talking before, about how my boobs were hurting when I had come home from the gym and was warming up, but I can’t find it in the archives.

It was usually in the autumn/winter/spring-ish times, usually when it was really cold and rainy, etc. I’d come home, and when I was sitting in my house trying to warm up from the walk home, my boobs would really start to hurt, in two specific lines right down the side from my armpits to my nipples. I couldn’t really tell if my nipples were sore or not, mostly because OMFG ow pain in the side of my boobs was all my brain was telling me.

I’d be hugging my arms into the side of my boobs, hugging them close to me, wondering if it was possibly a drop in body temperature or something, and if warming them up would help. It usually did; it’d take a while, but it did.

I’ve never actually undressed while they’ve been sore, until the other night, because, uh, why would I take my clothes off when I already think it’s caused by being too cold?

But the other night, it was already happening while I was getting ready to go to bed, and I got undressed, and just happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I pulled my bra off.

My left nipple was half purple and half almost black, and the other, the tip was pure white, and shocking red at the base.

Dr. Google says it’s almost probably vasospasm of the nipple, which is basically Raynaud’s Syndrome happening in my boobs.

Which is really kind of unkind, if you think about it.

(My boyfriend suffers from Raynaud’s, in his hands – that I know of. I don’t know if he gets it in his toes. I know that I knitted him a pair of fingerless gloves one year for Christmas, though, to wear while he was in work. I can’t knit myself a pair of boob gloves. Because that’s A) ridiculous and B) called a BRA.)

It keeps on happening, now, and it’s extremely painful. Even moreso because I pretty much can’t afford to heat my house most of the time, so I’m relying on clothing to keep me warm. (Not even kidding about this!) And I can only put on so much clothing at once before suffocating myself.

I’ve made an appointment to see Dr. David next week to see what he says – it’s going to be mighty fun to have the nurse/receptionist (same thing) while Dr. David checks my breasts again! YAY, A PERSON I USUALLY ONLY SEE WHILE I CHECK IN OR GET A NEW APPOINTMENT, SEEING ME PARTIALLY UNCLOTHED BECAUSE OF FUCKING PC BULLSHIT! – and that’ll be one more thing to add to my ever-growing catalogue of Stuff Wots Wrong Wif Me.

And I noticed that if all else fails, the medication they give you is one that they use for hypertension… which is the opposite of what Dr. David said he was worried I had, so guess what he won’t want to give me!

Le sigh.

Stupid boobs. Why do you give me so much grief?

How about any of you gals? Do you suffer from anything like this, since it seems to be more common among breastfeeding women, and if so, do you have any tips to help with the nipple pain? It’d be much appreciated!