After a lovely Christmas with sea swimming, pool jumping and of course WAY too much food it was back to London. The most exercise I did was move from the sofa to the fridge and bathroom so back to London to stop eating and get my heart rate up once more!

Speaking of heart rate I haven’t had a fuck since L (a highly damaged, 33 year old, twice married man from Dubai. He doesn’t drink, smokes weed and is very dominant, but we have not fully disclosed that yet.) a week before Christmas and I am chomping at the bit!! However I did have an oral session with a local…. Who’s mother is best friends with mine, oopsy! Ha. Good practice I guess and proving that all blokes are a little different. L likes slow, deep, very deep oral while he plays with me. The other likes sucking his head while speedily stroking his shaft and tickling his balls. Each to their own, as they say and as I say’ give to get – just rude if they don’t and these 2 are!

The food has quite simply gone so way out of hand. I was on a non stop binge and avoiding blood tests!. The combination of not having enough of a break to have a true reading and avoiding seeing those double figures. My belly has returned with a vengeance (see pics). Oh and dear lord! My arms!!!! I don’t even know where to begin. And FUCK ME!! Where has my jaw line gone? More chins than a Chinese phone book. Ive turned into rolly fucking polly and it needs to change!

As soon as I arrive in London im off to do a hill spin class and then on New Years Eve I did a gruelling 90 min Bikram Yoga session before donning a glitter dress and heels. Yup that’s right I dressed up!

NYE was on a boat with 119 gays – and the bloody the best yet! Boobs were on full show and the dress was full sparkle! Even the gays loved my tits! The booze was flowing and the amount of drugs being consumed was about as subtle as a punch in the ovary – 1 guy was clinging onto a wall saying “im loving this hole!” As I looked over his partner for the night and I had the drug connection. “We all know whats going on, as long as everyone is looking out for one another”   It was only back at a house party where I shared my white stuff with my cousin and one of the biggest entertainment recruiters in the country, that I learned they were all on blooming MD! Ha. Sharing is caring…… made me question how much they loved me and my tits though. As always I wanted another place to go and ended out in bloomin Dalston (again!) with 2 that I had met just an hour earlier. Thinking they were gay I thought it was all good. Smashing the organic vodka and more lines the host retired to bed and the other invites me to cuddle on the couch. Sure he’s gay after all! WRONG!!! He started stroking and the usual brushing of the tit and kissing my head. AAAAHHHHH! I bailed so fast I got and Uber. Bank account minus £55, Brain cells minus,cant even count that far any more and dignity? Fuck lost that years ago!

My bloods this night began rather high (18.2) due to Bikram high. This was no helped later on by the fact that the boat did not stock Slimline tonic (Pfff! You’d think they would but no). So I had the 2 that were given to me and gave myself 2 bolus units and switched to the good old skinny bitch (Vodka, FRESH lime and soda – Cordial tastes like bleach!). A few hours later I was down at 7 and the “Party Basal rate” went on along with a temp basal of 0% for 2 hours. 2 hours, ½ gram and countless drinks later equalled a bg of 8. The first house party saw the pressure test…. Blood test infront of people including a doctor. Naturally I bragged about how amazing my Accu-check mobile was “it’s the best bloodtest out there and its only because of this that I do so many blood tests” and the “Meter error” appeared 4 times!!! Finally it worked and tah dah 6.6! Phew. Avoided the next day due to, well, Making up for burned calories and raised heart beats the night before!!

Still the best night of fireworks, Kylie, dancing like a tit (great tits though) and more snogs than ever, EVER!!! Why my mother question my sexuality and why im single, I’ll never know! Ha.

Bikram is getting a little better ( I dont want it to be easier) and ive found a new challenge. My hips simply don’t rotate so one new goal is to be able to do “The Tree” I cant even get my leg above my knee let alone by my hip!! But I also discovered a new problem with the pump, well the cannula. So im keeping the pump in my shoes outside the heated room of sweat, which keeps it cool so not to make the insulin null and void. Great. But with my new ability to stretch a little further on the backwards bend the stickyness of the canella (not helped with a small douse of sweat either) started to slip away from my skin. So much of the adhesive had let go an hour in I had to pull it out and thus had to run back home pretty sharpish to suppress some of the rush of sugar into my blood stream. I was 28! Bloody wonderful!

In a foul mood I have just booked 3 dates. Tomorrow’s is with an Italian kinkster. He loves spanking, whipping, master/slave and wants to here about what I was thinking about (him) the other day…. Going to read some kink to have him wrapped around my little finger in public!! The secont is a guy covered in tats from tinder. Ive told him id like to explore and push boundaries sexually – I don’t think he has any idea, really but the bruises on my arse will be a sure give away! Ha). The third and final of the week? Well….. this is going to be an extremely kinky, sordid affair. Booked into a hotel not been told where yet. Im excited!!

Food: Back to little more than normal

Exercise : Getting there but need to up to loose the gut

Men: Well, seems my Gay-dar was off and bad moods leads to book too many!!

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