My Sunday Photo Week 3 Fat, frumpy and frustrated

Having unlinked My Sunday Photo from Project 365, where I'm using prompts from FMSPHOTOADAY and SnapHappyBritMums and including a One daily Positive, I now have the freedom to post one picture a week that just sums up how I'm feeling, the weeks events or just a spur of the moment snap.

This is me

Feeling fat and frumpy and frustrated.

I've been living in hotels since December 12th since hubby and I were relocated from South Africa to Dubai. The children came with us, as did the cat and dog. The 15yo returned to school in the UK the end of December and the 19yo returns next week. We had hoped to be in our new home by now, all our belongings are either in Storage at customs or still in South Africa as is the case with our air freight.

Hubby and I have 3 suitcases of our belongings between us, it's amazing actually how little one needs to live with, however we are getting frustrated at our selection of clothes, accessories and foot ware.

Hubby needs a tie for a meeting tomorrow, so a trip to the shops is in order. I've done some shopping and I'm wearing a new outfit in the picture above, but I've put on weight. We are eating out EVERY day, I'm opting for salads, avoiding the pudding menu and minimising my intake of fizzy, sugary drinks, but the damage has been done.

As I dressed this morning in a short sleeved top, I realised I'm not at the stage of life where I must wave from the hips, new jeans were bought in a larger size than I needed and previously worn to accommodate the weight gain, flimsy fashion shoes are a no go any more as my feet are in terrible condition, blisters and hard skin. The trouble with buying clothes in a larger size is you end up with an ill fitting baggy crotch. I found somewhere to get my eyebrows tamed, I died my own hair but it needs a good cut and as for my nails, I'm tempted just to wear gloves and cover them up.

I feel stuck in no mans land, I don't even have a visa to live anywhere, I'm just on a tourist visa. Travel and life in hotels (however fabulous they are) isn't glamorous, it's tiring, inconveinient and bloody expensive.

I'm craving beans on toast for dinner, a sofa to lounge about on, I'm hate having to get dressed before I can leave my room, I really want and need to be able to open a window.

I know it's short term, I know everything will be OK, that I can loose weight, be reunited with my wardrobe and my stuff, but in the meantime, I just feel fat, frumpy and frustrated.

Things to do at Dubai airport for 6 3/4 hours

I'm in transit from South Africa to the UK and booked my flight too late, so instead of the usual 2 hours in Dubai I'm here for nearly 7 hours.

The 8 hour flight was uneventful, but I didn't sleep much, with Mr Elbows next to me and I'm struggling to stay awake, having woken on Sunday at 7.30am.

The first thing I did was to go to a departure gate and grab a trolley, with it I've explored Terminal B & C, been in every shop, finished my book, drank endless coffees, had a shower, found wifi and the smoking lounge, read a book, tweeted, face booked and sorted photos and files on my laptop.

I am shattered. It's 1.30pm here in Dubai. 11.30am in South Africa and 9.30am in the UK. I think it's Monday.

Off now to gate B31, which is the opposite end of where I am now, I have coffee (again), still have my trolley which is now more of a walking aid and I'm going to sit right at the gate where hopefully someone will wake me should I fall asleep before my next 7 hour flight.