I heart my belly parasite. I’ve been yo-yo-yo-ing in the 87s-88s for the past god knows how many weeks (and getting increasingly frustrated). This morning I’d eaten plus drank about half a bottle of water so almost didn’t bother weighing myself. Got on the scales and found myself in the 86s! Go me. Then I double checked, expecting it to be 86.9 (anything to get over that bloody 87 hump though). And double yah – 86.2 kgs. That’s made me v happy.
The other advantage to being sick is that I’ve only been able to eat small meals so I’ve really started adjusting my portion sizes; also I’ve been forced to stop eating when I’m getting anywhere near full — both good habits to get into.
Since I had the day off work today, I did my tax. I love doing my tax and getting MY money back from the tax man. It really shits me how much the government gives in handouts to people in this country – and how people come to expect it.
I pay nearly HALF my wages in tax so when I see some family on $100,000+ a year bitching because the government isn’t giving them enough, it really riles me up. I can understand that isn’t that going to go far if you have a mortgage and a family but you aren’t exactly living on the breadline either. When I was young and an impoverished single mother all I wanted to do was earn enough money so I support myself and Andrew instead of getting help from the government.
Anyway, rant over. the other good thing about today is that I’m having my laser hair removal done. When I went last week, I thought they were going to zap me but they only did a test patch. I’ve had to go a week with no plucking of facial hair! I feel ready to join ZZ Top! I could have gone back to get it done sooner but Tuesday is 25% off day so it’s worth putting up with a bit of facial hair for that.