We have a new house. Our application was accepted and we’re in. I can’t even explain how happy about it I am.
Something has happened to me since I moved in here. I’ve changed, I can feel it. I feel more confident and more secure. I am more active, I have lost weight and I can feel myself getting fitter and stronger. I feel happier and more at home than I can remember feeling in a long time. It’s small but it’s ours.
We’re just eight minutes walk from the town centre, and this is something I make use of. Miss Rose and I are both massive people watchers, so I strap her into the baby back pack, pop the dog on the lead, and we walk. We walk into the town centre, down the high street, and back up and round. Doing that walk a couple of times a day, plus walking to the gym for a swim then home again, all with a two stone little monster strapped to my back is definitely having an effect.
And I feel sexier. I think the confidence and security of my own home has translated into a self assurance and self acceptance that I’ve never experienced before. I’m just very happy and okay with me as me.
Plus, and I won’t try and pretend it’s not played a part, the ridiculously sexy man I thought might have been flirting with me a few weeks back is now DEFINITELY flirting with me.