Stuff

I didn’t get the pizza. I didn’t even feel like pizza later on. It’s good to not have pizza and even better to not have it because you don’t want it. I made some savoury mince with lots of vegies instead. I did have a Mint Slice Cornetto later though…oops!

I am so tired today. I don’t think I’m 100% well yet cos I just want to sleep. I’m thinking of actually skipping my run today and resting up. It kills me but last winter I kept pushing myself when I felt sick and ended up with in a constant state of half-sickness – not well enough to function properly and not sick enough to take to my bed. Must learn to rest!

Oh and I’m feeling much better about money – my mum rang this morning and told me she owe me $$$ that I’d forgotten about. I love that. Plus I’ve got a bit of work to do tomorrow then again next week. And cheques due to me for writing. All up, good stuff.

Yikes!

Today I got a huge shock! I got a letter in the mail saying I owed basically $1000. Crumbs. I rang them and it turns out it’s more like $350 but still too much for me. I can pay it but I had money earmarked for shiny new running shoes that don’t give me callouses *sob*.

I think I’m going to have to call my temp agencies. I hate temping. I hate it so much. You get treated like shit and the money is poor but if I want IT work, it will take forever – rounds of interviews and waiting then stretched out pay periods (last time I got a contract, I had to wait 6 weeks for the first pay) while temping you get paid the next week.

Why can’t I find a part time job that doesn’t involve reception or doing accounts?

On the happy side, today I did a Body Balance class. During some of the yoga stretching, I did things I never thought I could do! My flexibility is improving. Go me!

Now I’m tossing up whether to cook dinner or have pizza. I’ve got plenty of calories left and Andrew’s coming over for dinner so pizza (with a huge salad on the side) is highly likely. Especially if he pays

Weigh In – 76.6 kg

That’s a 1.2 kg gain from last week and I know who to blame – yes, you Mr Cheddar and your mate, Mr Edam. Damn you cheeses and your deliciousness. It could also be because I’m getting my period. Who knows? You’d think after all these years, I’d have my cycle worked out but that would ruin the surprise.

I felt very downhearted about the gain and FAT… hugely fat… then I went to get my morning coffee and ran into a friend I’ve not seen in years. He didn’t recognise me then raved about how great I look. Puts things into perspective – an nice, compliment laden perspective at that.

I’ve got to get my shit together. I want to be down to 70 kgs before the Run for the Kids. I was thinking today – when you run, your foot hits the ground at 3x your weight (or something like that) so if I lose 5 kgs, that’s like 15 kgs less pressure on my legs. Also I’ll be faster and not have to haul that 5 kgs over the 15.2 kms. I’m going to do it. No more cheeses for me, no more booze, no more treats. For the next 2 months, it’s boot camp around here.

Oops, I just realised I told Andrew we’d have pizza on Tuesday for Prison Break Night. Hopefully he’s forgotten. And yes, Tuesdays are now officially Prison Break Night in our house. We are even having PB betting – a dollar in the pot and you have to pick the next character to die. But Jadey (and others) don’t worry – I’ll be posting NO spoilers. I hate spoilers – they are evil.

Okay, so Tina posted on my other blog to say that she thinks the cowboy from the post below is Swedish actor Andreas Wilson. I did some googling and found an article on him plus Wentworth Miller and a chick who is Ron Howard’s daughter but the images were omitted so it’s a definite possibility but I figure I need to look much, much more to be sure

Finally, cos lordy I’m ranting today, if anyone is tempted into chocobana balls by my prompting, just shoot me an email and I’ll be happy to join you. And yes, boot camp doesn’t exclude chocobana balls – I’ll suck up the extra cardio to work them off.

Sick

I think I’ve got a cold so I’ve done very little today.

One thing I did was work on my Wall of Hotness (very important for writing inspiration) and now I have a burning question. Can anyone tell me who the guy in the cowboy hat is in this picture?

Cheese Orgy

Last night one of my friends had birthday drinks. After last week’s too much booze debacle, I decided not to drink. Unfortunately, my appetites are like an octopus – you get one limb under control and another is causing havoc. Oh and it didn’t help that they had the most magically delicious cheeses. And they sat them right beside me. I can’t resist that kind of temptation. I’m only human.

I love cheese. I love it too much.

Other than that, it was a good night. I caught up with some old friends. Oh, and I ate too much cake too. I’m not usually a cake person but this was some mighty fine cake – how can you resist cake that is a train? With psycedelic blue icing? Well I guess some people can… but they let me have the mint slice biscuit wheel – yum. The cake itself was so good, light and chocolatey.

I spent most of yesterday afternoon reading Prison Break recaps on the Television with Pity site because I’m sad like that. It’s very motivating though because, when I finally got to the gym, every time I felt like slacking off I’d think, what if I got falsely accused of a crime I didn’t commit (or maybe one I do commit, what with the way my housemate acts) and got sent to jail. I don’t want to be the fat guy who breaks the rope on the escape.

Talk

Okay, I’ll let the chocobana ball cat out of the bag. My dealer is Alphabet City located on High Street, Northcote. It’s my all time fave cafe ever. It’s like my second home (except that I seem to spend more time there than real home so I guess more like a first home). If you are in Melbs, definitely drop in and, while you’re there, check out the World’s Greatest Dress Shop ™ next door. At the moment, they have a big sale on pretty sundresses. What’s not to love about my neighbourhood? Well, apart from the hoons who drive up my street at 2.00 am blaring doof music. I don’t love them.

I had a fun Australia Day. Didn’t do much – some friends came over and we sat outside in the sun listening to the JJJ Hottest One Hundred and bitching about the yoof of today and their crap music.

I haven’t been able to stop eating lately. Bad me. Mostly yesterday it was good food – lots of watermelon and grapes – but still too much of it. That’s got to stop right now. I’m going for a long run today then watching the food intake very carefully.

Me

Just to answer the questions – chocobana balls are like rum balls but with banana flavouring instead of rum. Oh and they have a malteser inside. Yum.

I realised yesterday that I’m having trouble with my goal this week of doing something nice for myself every day – not because I CAN’T indulge myself but because that’s all I do. All my time is ME time. I rock. Or maybe I’m just hella self-indulgent.

Like yesterday – I spent the morning editing my novel, popped down to my fave cafe for a coffee. Then I walked into the city, did a Body Balance class, went to Borders for a browse then came home and cooked dinner ready to watch my shows. How do I fit more me time into my already full me schedule?

The other thing is I’m not really a bubble bath and lotion kind of girl. Every time I run a bath, I get in then try to figure out what to do next. Bored.

Today though I have to go have an x-ray – they are still trying to figure out the headache thing. I haven’t had one lately but I have avoided upper body exercises, especially chin-ups and the like.

Run

Yesterday I procrastinated about going for my run all day. I just didn’t want to go and had no idea why. I actually thought about sitting down and journalling my feelings to work out what was going on but told myself to get my stupid butt into my workout gear and get out the door!

Once I hit the streets, I felt fine. I ran down to Princes Park and did a few laps. I love this time of year – so many people around and I reckon a fair few of them have got running on their new year resolutions list cos I actually managed to pass a whole bunch – woohoo! That never happens, especially when I’m doing a long, slow run.

Total kms: 14.6. That took me a loooong time but I figure the speed will come.

On top of that, I ate very little yesterday. Not on purpose. I just kinda forgot about eating most of the day. Weird shit especially for me.

One of my bad habits is my daily chocobana ball with my morning coffee. They aren’t awfully calorific but I have one nearly EVERY day. It’s become such a joke at the local cafe, the staff automatically assume my order is a large skinny latte and a chocobana ball. I’ve been feeling almost obligated to order that now. Yeah, I’m a freak.

So yesterday, I realised if I didn’t get one then, I could come back later. The shop isn’t going to run out (I’ve made damn sure of that with their ordering system *WEG*).

Sane thinking – it takes me a while but I get there in the end.

* Weekly goal – I didn’t do anything nice for myself yesterday. Well okay, I went for a run and I plucked my eyebrows and that counts. Tonight Andrew’s coming over for dinner and we’re watching the new Prison Break and Heroes. Yippee! Yes, cooking for your son becomes a treat after they move out of home. Who’d have thought? (And it’s not just cos he’s bringing me over telly shows).

Weigh In – 75.8 kgs

Ha, I so knew my scales were wrong last week… because otherwise I’ve lost 2 kgs in a week, and think not. More like 2 kgs in 2 weeks. So there, scales. I’m right and you’re wrong!

I had an awful weekend – drank way, way too much on Friday night and so spend the rest of the weekend bedridden and feeling lousy about myself. Sometimes my lack of alcohol tolerance screws me over. I’m used to being able to drink a lot. Is it just me or do other people feel like they are the worst person in the world after they drink and just want to stay in bed forever?

I was total crap at my weekly goal for eating mindfully, since I kept eating while watching Prison Break – which isn’t eating mindfully one tiny bit. At least I didn’t resort to comfort eating which I sorely needed at times. Now I’m caught up so no need to binge watch any more.

My goal for this week is to do something to make me feel good about myself every day.

Brains and Prison Break

That’s my brain. Isn’t it hot? I am so impressed at having pics of my brain. I love xrays and all that kind of stuff that lets you look at your innards. When I had my gall bladder out I wanted to keep it but they wouldn’t let me. They said they needed to send it pathology for tests but later I saw the sausage sizzle out the front of the Alfred and I had my suspicions.

So last night I watched the rest of the first season of Prison Break. I’ve got the mad Prison Break watching skillz – I think it’s taken about 3 days to watch the whole season!

Tomorrow I’m getting season 2 up to the current ep off Andrew – I resisted the temptation of going over last night at 1 am.

I’ve got a few questions though that puzzle me about the show. Now I realise it’s TV and not real life (like anyone could use household bleach to remove colour without getting it blotchy and you so couldn’t concrete over a hole in the floor without it being noticeable) but what’s the deal with the death penalty?

Since we don’t have the death penalty here, I have no comprehension of how it works (well I know how it works – you kill someone – I just don’t get the legal process working up to that point).

What makes someone get the death penalty? Is it the seriousness of the crime or prior convictions or just the whim of the judge? Why would Lincoln Burrows get the death penalty and not someone like Teabag? Is it because he killed the VP’s bro? If so, doesn’t that contradict the US Constitution or whatever it is that says all men are created equal – surely meaning that killing the VP’s bro is the same as killing the average Joe on the streets?

Do they still actually use the electric chair? It seems awfully barbaric and I thought they used lethal injections (or does that depend on the state?)

If I was the producer of Prison Break, I’d have played Mercy Seat by Nick Cave during the electric chair scene (but then if I was getting the chair, I’d ask for them to play that).

I think that’s enough questions. If anyone from the US can answer this for me, I’ll be most grateful.

On the subject of telly, new ep of Supernatural tomorrow. Man I love those Winchester boys. And their dad. John Winchester is most definitely a DILF (I dunno if that’s a real term or if I just made it up but if you can have MILFs you can certainly have DILFs). It’s not wonder my weight loss has come to a halt – all I do is watch telly and perve on hot guys. Oh yeah and yah, Heroes is back from hiatus next week. I love that Peter Petrelli too. And Clare Bennett and Hiro Nakamura.

I actually did tear myself away from the tv to go for a run this morning. The weather is so deceptive. It didn’t feel hot but was might humid. When I got home, my socks were so sweaty I coulda wrung them out.