I was so cold today that I popped into Katies after work and got some pants. I’ve had no work pants since last winter and I threw them out ages ago. I put them on after the gym – it’s so much more bearable waiting in the cold for the tram than it is in a skirt.
You know what else rocks? When you try on pants and you know it’s better to get the smaller, slightly tight pair than the larger, looser pair because the small ones will end up loose anyway. And, woohoo, the smaller ones are size 14.
I’ve so not felt like going to the gym the last few nights – it’s been so cold and I’ve been so tired – but I’ve forced myself. Sometimes I deserve a frigging sainthood, I really do. I wasn’t so good tonight though. Normally I am so hungry after the gym but wait until I get home, or if I do buy food I get a sushi roll. Tonight though I decided to get dinner in the city so went to a Japanese place on Swanston Street and got a bento box. You’d think that would be a safe choice but oh no. It came with fried spring rolls – very oily ones. Damn it. I could have left them but didn’t. They weren’t even that nice. I was just famished. It also came with this stuff like cold mashed potato – I wasn’t hungry enough to eat that.
I’ve decided I need to try much, much harder with my food intake. No more mucking around. At the end of May I’m going home for my sister’s birthday. Last time my family saw me I was just under 90 kgs and this time I want to be at goal. Then, in July, two old friends I haven’t seen for years are having a joint 40th. Much incentive to look dazzling!