Shucks

Thank you for your supportive comments regarding my last post, I’m kind of relieved you don’t mind me hanging around!

So, I am just going to blog as and when I feel like it, and try a bit of lunch-time blogging as well…

I am probably way overdue for an update on my healthy-eating, healthy me plan. During the week I am a fairly conscientious healthy eater but the weekends seem to be my problem, I still want to eat hangover food, even though I am not hungover.

My tastes seemed to have regressed too… where once I would have craved exotic takeaway foods lately it’s been all about the chicken and chips.

Fried chicken and deep fried chips.

You know how some people have a sweet tooth? I have a salt tooth… give me those hot and salty chippies… mmmmm… with gravy… and extra chicken salt… or a ham sandwich… or cheese and crackers… fuck the chocolate, you can have it.

So anyway, sometimes I am good, sometimes I am bad.

Gym wise I have been going at least 4 times a week, sometimes more. Following the plan gym-lady gave me I was only doing 24 minutes of cardio and then weights, but someone told me that to lose weight you need to up the cardio so for the past couple of weeks I have been trying to do 10 minutes on the bike, 15 minutes on the cross trainer and 15 minutes of running/walking on the treadmill.

I hate the treadmill.
I hate running.
I hate that when I am at the gym there is nothing to watch on the little teles but the news or Antiques Roadshow.
I hate getting sweaty.
And red.

Sigh.

And last night I decided to hop on the gym scales for the first time since my fitness assessment.

How much do you think I lost?

NOT EVEN 50 GRAMS.

Whatthefuck….?

So from today I am trying to be a lot stricter with my diet… I have re-activated my account with Calorie King and am now logging every bloody thing I eat… did you know that Eclipse mints have 13 calories each?

So it’s goodbye fried chicken and hello salads.

When I was younger, so much younger than today…

So kiddiewinks. I need your help.

I need some inspiration for this blog (is it an indicative that I just wrote blow instead of blog?) It’s sort of going nowhere fast. Sometimes I love blogging and feel all inspired to write shit and other times I just couldn’t give a shit.

When I started this blog almost 2 years ago I was full of ideas for posts, so much so that sometimes I blogged 2 or 3 times a day. Then I got a new job and a new house and a new man and… I just got busy. I am sans a home computer as well lately so that’s not helping matters but the thing is, I can make time to blog, but what do you do when you feel like there’s not much to blog about? I don’t want to bore the shit out of you with a description of how much I hate treadmills, or what we ate for dinner or what I watched on tele or how much of a nanna I am… I NEED SOME INSPIRATION!!!

Should I overhaul my blog? Mick pointed out (mainly because he is a smartarse) that my blog still says “Spanky and new!” , when clearly right now it is not really spanking anything, it’s certainly no longer new and there is nothing that exciting about it to warrant the EXCLAMATION MARK!!!

Ok, he may have just pointed out that it is not new any more and I came to the other assumptions myself but still… dudes… it is staler than that hunk of wasabi cheddar cheese that I bought on the Gold Coast and is still lurking around in my fridge (and I say I had no food in the house! I had mouldy GOURMET cheese!)

Do I need to subscribe to some…. thingie… that will give me topics to write about?

Should I just give up and stop blogging? Perhaps I have jumped the prvoerbial shark when it comes to blogging… ?

Am I boring you as much as I am boring myself?

Spoilt

I was thinking if I had my time again in the world of the world wide web and I was starting my blog, I would call it “spoilt” or possibly “brat” or maybe even “spoilt brat”… sometimes I have to pinch myself because dude, for all of my whinging and whining and yadda yadda yadda I am a lucky girl.

Remember when I told you I mighta had a man? And then I outed us, because I am bloody sneaky like that! Well, it’s been a year kids. ONE year. Isn’t that exciting?! And amazing?! That’s halfway to two. And because Mick is just so lufferly he whisked me away for a weekend at the coast.

Valentines presents, first anniversary presents, congratulations on 50 days smoke free presents. I really am spoilt.

I can highly recommend this boyfriend business…

Oops. The Oscars have started and I have totally lost my track of this post and where it was going.

Mick = good

Hopefully my regular posting will recommence over the next couple of days, because let’s face it… I have been a slack, spoilt beeyotch.

I had a farm in Africa.

 

There are just so many words…. but none of them special enough.

With thanks to Celebrity Terrorist

Happy Valentines Day

To my lover, because I want my boots to be beside yours forever.

Far be it for me to tell anyone to vote…

but I think this is pretty cool..

I feel a bit sorry for the actors though, because they can’t sing and warble and wail and stuff, they just have to… EMOTE… and emoting’s got nothing on having a good old wail.

No ‘moking… Day 34

Today was possibly my most trying day yet since I stopped smoking.

It started off well, I went to the gym with Shoo, had a shower and then headed to the local shopping centre. I got a new mattress yesterday so wanted to pick up a mattress protector, some new trainers, another sports bra and the groceries

I dropped all of that back to the car and then headed off to do the grocery shopping, on the way I stopped at a discount store where we usually go to purchase the odd household items. Today I had fly-spray, windex and kitchen sponges on my list.

As always the store was pretty crowded and I lingered lovingly by the crisps for a minute remembering all the fun we have together and then headed towards the back of the shop.

Somewhere along the way as I was speeding up the aisle someone stood on the back of my thong (shoe).

 Fuck me.

I was propelling forwards but my shoe and my foot were stuck behind me. I really can’t remember what happened, it all went to fast and to be honest, it scared the shit out of me. I hit a set of 4 shelves with shampoo bottles on it, and then had about 100 shampoo bottles fall on top of me.

You know when you trip or fall over your first inclination is to get up quickly and just run the fuck away? That’s kind of hard to do when you have just taken out a whole shampoo display and are a very long way from the entrance to the store.

The manager and a couple of staff approached but there was at least a 30 second period when I was just standing there hyperventilating and trying to put shampoo bottles back and then realised I was just getting blood all over their stock from the gash on my thumb.

I had noticed an extremely overweight man blocking on the aisles a few seconds before I tripped, in fact, he was the reason I had gone down the particular aisle I did, because he and a couple of other people having a chat were blocking the aisle I had been walking down.

The only thing I heard during that 30 second period (which felt like a BILLION years) was that man laughing. And laughing. And laughing. And making comments like “Did you see that? She nearly went arse over tits”.

Not many people seemed to be responding to him.

I think everyone else realised that yes, in a slapstick way, it was kind of funny, but I think everyone else could see that I was nearly in tears. They could see I was embarrassed. They could see I was bleeding and had welts up my arms. They could possibly even hear my ragged breathing.

After assuring the manager that I was fine and apologising profusely to him and the staff for the mess that I had caused I ran out of the store with tears pouring down my face.

I sat in the loo for about ten minutes trying to calm down, cleaned up the bleeding and then went grocery shopping where I felt like I was on the verge of tears the whole time.

When I got into my car I actually wept for a good ten minutes with my head on the steering wheel and then when I got home. It was all very dramatic of me but I felt much better after a good cry.

Today was the day where I really wanted a cigarette.

I’ve had so little patience for the past few weeks, prior to quitting if I felt grumpy or stressed I would have a ciggie, and now, I’ve got nothing.

I’ve snapped at the people in the dvd store for asking for my rego number when I joined up, I feel like cracking peoples skulls together for no reason, I feel like I’ve started arguments with Mick for no reason. I’m overly sensitive. I’ve gone from someone who avoids conflict to someone who is almost looking for it.

I fucking hate that fat bastard who laughed at me and today I fucking hate myself.