Oh, weight update

OK, so for the record I've now lost about 38lb... (not including the 2lb I put on last week and not including the weight I'm likely to have put on this week too...) oops!

That is two and three quarter stone!!! excitement! So I'm well into the 11s now and I hope to be 11 stone by the end of the year. Here's hoping, anyhow. I think the new job might help, all those tight fitting clothes I need to feel comfy in...

Look out, here comes trouble!!!

New Job, New Me

I've got a new job organising a bunch of IT geeks into the next millenium. It starts next week, I'm not really sure what to expect. It should be fun, but I've decided to disarm them by insisting that I wear only skirts to the office. I've decided that I should invest in my femininity and due to my recent weight loss, have had to alter all my work clothes!

It has been quite fun restructuring jackets and making flared skirts straight. I even borrowed some clothes off my next door neighbour, enough to see me through the season and into the next clothes size down!!! I love the fact that so much of her stuff suits me!

I even borrowed clothes off my mum. I can't believe for the first time in my life I think I weight less than she does! Hopefully that will be an ongoing trend, and soon I won't be able to fit into ANYTHING in her wardrobe!!!

Well, apart from the fact that I lost the plot the last couple of weeks and ended up putting weight ON, I'm sure I'll take it off again the minute my job starts... so I'm not too worried about losing 10lb by the end of the year.

Well, that's it for now, might not have a chance to write for a while... hope everyone is well, and thanks for dropping by...

Relight my fire

OK, OK, this is one reason that I feel resourceful and tomboyish...

I set fire to my parents' kitchen last week... The shame of it all! I didn't know how to use their microwave and I think I hit a double setting of microwave plus convection for 25 mintues... RIP very nice spring rolls! Anyway, after the old, 'do you smell burning?' routine, I ran into the kitchen only to find the entire place full of thick white smoke! I could hardly see a thing and was scared that the microwave was going to explode or something! Anyway, C helped me find a tea-towel and I spent the next half an hour running about with a wet towel on my face trying to avoid asphixiation, with stinging eyes, jumping on counters, opening every window and door I could find, and airing the whole house out!

I think I distressed the next door neighbours by ringing at near on 10pm in an alarmed state requesting scented candles so that I could get rid of the smell of smoke which I had to do before the folks came home....

I must say, I felt rather proud of myself, the fact that I MacGyvered my way out of the situation, was calm in a crisis and as resourceful and adventurous as a girl could be. I only wished I'd had a jeep waiting outside that I could speed off into the sunset...

Worth the weight?

OK, so the last few weeks I've totally lost the plot. I seemed to have become a recluse or something. I don't want to leave my room, go anywhere or do anything. I'm happy in my own company or watching Stargate whilst altering clothing and 'preparing' for the new job I've got! I spent most of this week trawling through three series worth of MacGyver... ah, I do love that man's ingenuity (yeah right, that's what I love about him...)

Weight loss be damned, there is an old crush to re-ignite!!! And that's it. A man who influenced me more than I can imagine when I was growing up, has now come back to make me realise that the woman I have become is in part owed to him. God bless MacGyver, that's all I can say. We must forgive him his mullet, because the dimples in his cheeks by far outweigh the shame of the do. So, to the ride. I remember how I desperately wanted to carry a Swiss Army Knife (actually, at one point during my teens I remember owning one), wear desert boots, an old falling apart leather jacket, and drive a jeep. Ah, how young and naive I was to think that it would have been at all feminine to do such a thing!

How can I tell I've changed? I'll tell you in the next two posts...

All that is left for me to say is that re-kindle my long standing crush it did. It is quite scary to think I've had a crush on the man for near on twenty years!!!

Oh pants.

Glam Shot

OK, so C and me went for an afternoon of pampering and photo shooting in London last week. It was so much fun, and I proved to myself what a tart I was!!! I just love having my photo taken! OK, so some of them came out much better than the others, but I think I chose one which surprised me. It was a bit sexy to say the least, but it gave me the boost that I needed, and possibly the incentive to go on and lose more weight.

Stay tuned for pictures as and when they arrive in the post! I can't wait!

Four Weddings and I'm getting a bit bored now...

Actually, there have been more like seven this year, not to mention all the wedding dresses and bridesmaids I have corsetted into the next century. I'm starting to get a little fed up! I mean, I'm all for a good celebration, and yes, I cried at practically all of them. But I've seen enough confetti, heard enough speeches and gotten excited about enough table decorations to see me through till the next decade.

The thing is, after the last party, I got really quite upset, no less becuase I thought that the lack of interest from members of the opposite sex was a reflection of my attractiveness. How on earth do we deceive ourselves into believing that this is true? I suppose there are slim pickings in the social group I hang around in, not to mention the fact that four of the weddings I attended revovled around the same social group? Perhaps this is why it is so depressing - literally all my friends are getting married, and those young men who are left I've already eliminated for one reason or the other.

The question is, why do we expect so much when we go to weddings? I do love a good celebration, but there is nothing better to rub salt in the wound of singleness. OK, OK, to make singleness seem like a wound, then... There is nothing worse than showing up at a wedding dateless, but the fates are just not being kind to me this year.

My nerves had started to wear a little thin after the last one - one chap was rude to me, and another was making his discomfort about being in my presence quite clear, especially since he showed a bit of an interest at the last wedding! Well, I started to take things personally after that and got really rather upset. NOt only at their lack of manners, but no less the fact that it still wasn't my turn, even though I am an average of at least 5 years older than the other singletons around. I tried not to let it bother me, but I guess turning 30 and still lacking boyfriend has finally taken its toll.

On one hand, I know that this means that there are good things still to come. But the fact of weddings just makes me think, 'When?' and the more I go to, the less likely it seems, especially that I'm not meeting any new eligible batchelors.

My friend C says that I won't find a bloke until I'm totally happy with myself. But I'm not sure that is the reason, because there are so many people out there who aren't happy with themselves who still manage to find someone. Plus, I'm so much happier with myself than I used to be. And who is to say I'll ever be truly happy with myself? So if that logic prevails, then I will never meet anyone becuase there is always something still left to perfect.

So hogwash to all of that nonsense. I go through phases of getting upset about not having anyone, and it just seems that weddings make the feeling worse. Thank the Lord that this year has been an exceptional year for weddings and I won't have to go through it again next year. I guess I'll just have to hope that either I stop getting upset, or that I'll be next in line... what do you think?