Tick, tick! Thats the sound of what i’m doing at the moment, thinking about Potential New Boy. The problem is, i’m not sure about this one. This is a fair sign that it’s not right. The problem is, he’s ticked all the boxes on a list I didn’t even know I had.
1. Owns house
2. Very career focused. Will own business soon.
3. Not an idiot
4. Cooks. COOKS!
5. Nice to old people.
6. Pays for everything.
7. Likes wine.
8. Cycles 50 miles a week.
sooooo whats my problem??
Since going on a few dates with mr. lovely man, I am now back in a personality mode that I hate – the grumpy-shitty-bad mood me waiting for a text!
Okay, ugh, another ‘i’m so fat’ blog. How dull. I mean if I wanted to get rid of it I should have already gotten rid of it. Its been a year since I was eating Canadian food and beer, I should be back to normal!
Weight: 66kgs (139 pounds or something??)
Height: 168 CM
BMI: 23.
I used to be 20. I WILL be 20. After a frustrating few months I went to my doctor. I suggested maybe the pill had to do with it, or my other meds, or….he shot me down and said; ‘energy in, energy out. put less in, put more out.’
Huh?
He explained it further (over half an hour) and I came away feeling so much better and inspired.
Eat less bread and cheese. Do 8000 – 10,000 steps a day (Get a pedomiter. Easier then it sounds) choose ham over big bread roll, apples over grapes, cottage cheese over cheddar. Biggest surprise - no caffiene. Apparently it makes you hungry. There goes my daily cup!
No this isn’t an anti-birth-control rant, this is a The Pill Made Me Fat rant! Many moons ago – four to be exact – I was put onto my first pill. Microgynan (sp). It was fine, and my skin was better and glowier. I didn’t really notice the growing breasts and belly until about a year later, and by then it was too late. Nor did I notice my appetite growing, and completely unsatiable. I changed to Yasmin, the ‘wonder’ pill and have been paying $30 a month for it. I’ve also being going to the gym, drinking green tea and still, am not able to zip my jeans up over my ‘tyre’ TYRE?? I never used to have a tyre! So, I have made an appointment with my GP. I will somehow have decent skin and be thin, if it kills me. Hello popcorn for dinner and treadmills for breakfast.
I’ve been single for almost a whole year. Most of the year was spent quite happily – not dating, hanging with my friends, drinking lots, not getting into shape and watching a lot of dvd’s. I felt I owed it to myself after Devestating Breakup #2. Sometime around February however it all changed – I realised I was 25 in October and it was time to make my life the way it used to be, and maybe time to stop being such a bitch to men. I adore my guy friends but when it comes to guys trying to pick me up, I turn into Bitch-From-Hell. So, starting last weekend, I turned on the smile, and turned on my patience with men I’d never met before.
This is the inevitable conclusion I’ve come to since I changed my ways:
1. Internet Dating Sucks.
Two of my good friends tried this and were successful; one is now living with the man she met on RSVP and the other is going through a string of men having flings left right and centre before settling down with just one. So of course, I gave it a try. After a week I deleted my account. My friends obviously nabbed the last two decent guys on that site. I’m not shallow, but the calibre of men on this particular site was disappointing. (Okay yes i’m a shallow cow!) In fact some men who ‘kissed’ me on the site made me physically recoil. Most didn’t have correct grammar. And the old fashioned part of me wanted sparks, not just ‘ticking off the boxes’ (I don’t give a crap if we like the same band or you quote Ron Burgundy! I won’t like you!) For a category of dating, internet dating really does rely on looks and words, and whe neither hit the mark, where do I go from there?
2. 70% of Brisbane men will do something stupid on a first date.
I was talking to my mate Albert* who told me that just a few weeks ago, he’d gone on a date with a girl he’d met at a bar. They didn’t have much to talk about – Albert swore it was her fault – and after an hour he wrote a text to his friend, “This dumb bitch is boring me. Lets go get drunk and play Wii at your place. Be there in twenty”
Of course, he sent it to his date.
The ‘dumb bitch’ texted him the next day saying she ‘d liked to go out again soon.
My own story involved meeting an ex- coworker at a bar after months of him chasing me by text/missed calls, me sucumbing (my ‘nice girl open to all’ phase) only to spend the night with him and his mate at the bar – who he ‘ran into’ while waiting for me – the two of them swapping stories about cars. My date dropped me home, tried to kiss me but I gave him the cheek. He then asked if we can do it again.
Ha!
and I am a wineaholic.
Most week nights, a glass or two with dinner. Dates, half a bottle (shared) weekends, glasses and glasses of smooth gorgeous Shiraz, Pinot Noir and Sparkling Jansz….hmmmm.
The thought of a fresh clean glass of aromatic wine excites me.
Change doesn’t bother me anymore. I used to resist it, and struggle to move past things or people. Friends moving, or getting married scared the hell out of me. Now I just move with the flow, on an endless tide towards the future. I kind of like it, actually, and I think i’ve learnt a lot. Dare I say it but I think I might actually finally be maturing. This is what i’ve learnt so far:
* That friendships can’t remain the same and that actually, it makes life better and less toxic to get rid of the ones who were dragging me down. Friendships that I want to keep – that are mutually beneficial and make me feel happy need work and effort like a relationship, as well as sponteneity, compromise and ‘alone time’. Lame but true!
* That it’s so much nicer being with a guy I want to be with, rather then a guy I feel I have to be with.
* A job is so important. Not just for financial reasons but for mental health and steady socializing. A job done well leads to better self esteem and proud ‘yay me!’ moments.
* Exercise – no matter how small (walking home – 30 mins) makes me feel accomplished. It is NOT okay to be 68 kgs!
* I am going to be an Aunty three times, and a second cousin this year. I may also be a bridesmaid soon. Sure, I don’t see them as much as I want to but I know they still need me. I am also just so proud of these women – giving birth and becoming awesome mothers and wives isn’t as easy as they make it look, and I am in constant awe.
* Family can morph into flatmates. Yes. I have to pay rent and share a kitchen with these people. My parents. Ugh.
Brunette!
I want her hair
….why does a new work out routine always involve getting up at ridiculous dark and cold times?
Other then that, I love it. I love it when i’ve finally kicked my own ass and I’m back in the game – the sweaty, hard and awesome game. I also love my new lulu lemons! (For you Americans, its the best workout gear known to women)
I’m Passionate About:
1. Friendships. I may have screwed some up in the past but I’ve learnt my lessons and adore my friends!
2. Writing.
3. Inner Peace
4. Travel.
5. Good skin and healthy insides. (Fake boobs can’t give you that ‘glow’)
5 Things To Do Before I Die -
1. Own my own business
2. Have a child (maybe…!)
3. Own my own home
4. Spend (another) summer working and playing in Canada
5. Learn how to cook a roast and lasagne!
5 Books I Read Recently -
Social Crimes
Jackie O Biography
Summer Sisters
Healthy Skin
The Secret History
5 Songs That Hold Meaning -
1. All My Life – The Beatles
2. Rosanna – Toto
3. Fallen – Sarah McLachlan
4.Somewhere only we know – Keane
5. Southland in the Springtime – Indigo Girls
5 Qualities I Look For In a Friend -
1. Sensitivity
2. Sense of Humour
3. Loyalty
4. Thoughtfulness
5. Fun!
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