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Day Twenty Eight

a picture of you from last year and now, how have you changed since then?


Well so much has changed in my life since this time last year! This time last year I was about 15kgs lighter due to the fact that I was working in an extremely stressful environment, sometimes up to 70 hours a week, I was constantly  on my feet due to understaffing and I never had time to eat. There was also quite a bit of stress in my personal life which I'm sure contributed to my skininess as well. I in no way shape or form miss my old job or the stress it caused me but I am disappointed at the weight I have gained and am currently in the process of trying to lose it again. 


At this time last year I also hadn't started using my twitter account as... let's say 'intensively'... as I do now. I hadn't met the people that in a relatively short amount of time would become some of the best friends that I have ever had, people that I love and adore with all my heart and people that I hope will be in my life for a long time to come. It is the presence of those people in my life that has helped me get my depression back under control and the smile back on my face. (Of course there are a couple of special people who were already in my life last year and who I value beyond measure). 


So here are the pics (these two are from last year when I was so excited about having lost weight)




And here is one from this year (its a dailybooth one cause I try not to have my photo taken too much)


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