Day 2

It's Day 2 of my new start.
I'm not discussing Day 1 as there were a couple of incidents, or should I call it unfinished business to attend to?
You and me chocolate bar, outside, NOW!

So Day 2 is the new Day 1 and it hasn't been so bad.
Mmmmmmmm.... On reflection maybe Day 3 should be the new Day 1 because now I get to thinking about it I did have two breakfasts.

So Day 3, the first day of the new me, I can't wait. It was good to have you Day 1 and Day 2 as my practise runs but I'm all for going for it tomorrow. Day 3, the first Day of the rest of my life.....

Day -5 or 6 years.
My mum has come to visit me at uni. I'm totally thrilled, I love it when she comes up here to see me. She loves me to give her the guided tour, so off we go.... We're having a brilliant day.
I'm feeling quite good about myself, I've been doing lots and lots of walking and even my super fit mum is impressed at the pace I'm holding.
It's all going well... until... "Ey Michelle McManus sing us a song ya fat cow" I look around and there is no Michelle McManus in sight, but I do catch my reflection in the shop window and that of man who shouted.
He's laughing "Yeah, I'm talking to you... and he proceeded to sing her song at me." I have to explain to my mum why he's called me that. We via off down a side street and I start to cry. I try my best to pull it together but I just want to go home. All I want is to go unnoticed, there are fatter people than me around, (not that they deserve any abuse I might add) so why do I always seem to fall prey to it? My mum is very upset, she tries to encourage me, you've been doing really well, don't let people like that put you off. But when she goes home the next day I go straight to the shop and buy a big bar of chocolate, after all what's the point? I am fat.

Day 2 I feel quite sad now.