I think my scales are stuck/ broken. they don't seem to be noticing my incredible body mass decrease. however, other than looking skinnier and all my clothes needing to be taken in cause they don't fit, I now have an underwear drw that has become obsolete. my larger size D boobs have shrunk to such an extent that now I don't even bother wearing a bra. I'm starting to write out my application to join the Itty Bitty Titty Committee and am incredibly happy about it. some people seem to think big boobs = good, I would disagree.
So in honour of my newly decreased lady lumps, I thought I would share the top ten reasons why I think having smaller boobs are great.
1. I don't Have to wear a bra!!! woop woop, someone pass me a lighter!
2. because of point 1, I don't have to search around for a matching bra knicker set.
3. when you run/ jump you don't give yourself concussuion!
4. less back ache.
5. people tend to notice what lovely eye's I have.
6. less sagg-idge and less prospect for future sagg!
7. I sleep on my tummy, so now I don't have to arrange pillows to avoid boob crush
8. I can see my feet when I'm standing up.
9. I can get to my toe's easier when painting my nails.
10.they just look cuter
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my lumps, my lumps, my lovely lady humps.
Sunday, 13 March 2011
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Today I realised I still haven't gone a day without money. today I spent 40p on a mars bar, and £2 on a pint of lemonade while I waited an hour for work to start. On the up side I have been eating really well. people have been offering me food non stop, without knowing I'm short of money. I think they offer me food usually, but I usually decline. while I am skint however, I think it would be plain stupid to turn down a free meal.
So my challenge for the next 5 days is to go without the exchange of money...except my £6 train fare to work, although, I could cycle to the next station and bunk the train...... couldn't afford the fine if I was caught though...... hmmm I'll think about that one.... ahhh and I may need to buy cat food....but that's classed as Bageera's money and that is not negotionable. or perhaps I could shop lift......? anyway. I will think about the in's and out's of this in greater detail. the bottom line is I will try go without the chocolate and snacks and drinks..... tea can be made at home, water bottles can be taken out and refilled in cafe's or from drinking water taps, chocolate cravings can be ignored, and money can be saved! I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!! :)
in other news, I have decided to take up gardening again. yes on the council land that has been mentioned previously..... I was thinking about it and, I was told in the letter I received, I was not allowed to DIG up this bit of land......
well I wont dig then. I got loads of pots for herbs, I have already made two raised beds which contain mud purchased by me, therefore I own that particular mud and can move it about as I please, (into trenches and add veg seeds) and the remaining land? I will sprinkle on wild flower seeds and grass seeds and not dig it up in anyway. I'm sure the council has more important things to do than to worry about crazy people growing veggies anyhow.....
Apart from that I have been spending not enough time at home, so I will try spend more time with Bageera. He gets all cranky and clingy if I don't spend time with him. like now, Bageera sitting on my lap looking up at me, digging his claws into my leg and biting my typing hand, he keeps trying to lay across the keyboard in protest of my attention being away from the king of this pride. So to please the king...... khicydifcqyrfoefcoluwe3r
So my challenge for the next 5 days is to go without the exchange of money...except my £6 train fare to work, although, I could cycle to the next station and bunk the train...... couldn't afford the fine if I was caught though...... hmmm I'll think about that one.... ahhh and I may need to buy cat food....but that's classed as Bageera's money and that is not negotionable. or perhaps I could shop lift......? anyway. I will think about the in's and out's of this in greater detail. the bottom line is I will try go without the chocolate and snacks and drinks..... tea can be made at home, water bottles can be taken out and refilled in cafe's or from drinking water taps, chocolate cravings can be ignored, and money can be saved! I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!! :)
in other news, I have decided to take up gardening again. yes on the council land that has been mentioned previously..... I was thinking about it and, I was told in the letter I received, I was not allowed to DIG up this bit of land......
well I wont dig then. I got loads of pots for herbs, I have already made two raised beds which contain mud purchased by me, therefore I own that particular mud and can move it about as I please, (into trenches and add veg seeds) and the remaining land? I will sprinkle on wild flower seeds and grass seeds and not dig it up in anyway. I'm sure the council has more important things to do than to worry about crazy people growing veggies anyhow.....
Apart from that I have been spending not enough time at home, so I will try spend more time with Bageera. He gets all cranky and clingy if I don't spend time with him. like now, Bageera sitting on my lap looking up at me, digging his claws into my leg and biting my typing hand, he keeps trying to lay across the keyboard in protest of my attention being away from the king of this pride. So to please the king...... khicydifcqyrfoefcoluwe3r
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
the frugal life.......
to start with I have opened three accounts. one for my income to go into and my direct debits to come out of (rent etc) the second is an everyday account where my weekly allowance of £60 will go into and will pay for food, mobile, travel, and anything else.... any savings will go into a pot to put towards a treat..... and then there is my savings account, after I've used whats left to pay off my debt I will need some where to store all that money.
Sadly this system of money organisation can't be used till I have wages. I think that was a step in the right direction. however today has not really gone to plan. My friend Jane offered to lend me a score in case I needed anything. We then walked, with 3yr old mini Jane, MILES to check out some shops in the industrial centre (pets store, DIY, Haberdashery, Charity warehouse) we walked till our legs ached and then Mini Jane saw the golden arches..... so we all had a happy meal (in my defence it was lunch time, all I had was a protein shake at 6 before gym, and this was our only prospect for food for a long while)
So day 1 and I spent £2 on a happy meal... and £1 on a ice cream (it was a nice day) then when we got to the charity warehouse I found a craft book for 40p (really inspired me on how to fill my time ) and I found a vinyl record of The Jams.... 50p, unscratched and when I saw it I knew I was going to wrap it up and really enjoy giving it to J. He loves music, just got a new record player and would love it..... sometimes you have to break the rules a bit when you know you will make someone really happy. I hope he likes it....... yeah he will love it..... if not, I get myself a record player...... off freecycle.
I think the thing I learnt today is that to be frugal you need to be organised and think about food. always carry a snack! and if your not wanting to buy, aviod the shops..... but actually, no really I am well pleased with my purchases. hours of entertainment and creativity for me and hours of enjoyment for a friend. that is worth a lot more than 90p, marstercard would say priceless. (because they want you to spend....)
At least today was better than last week..... I have a lot to learn about how to not spend money.
P.S McDonalds is evil, they have brainwashed children into loving it... but be honest they eat two chips, a nugget, break the toy after 20 minutes and then go on about "I'm hungry" why do children love McDonalds soooo much that they seem almost possessed when they pass one?
Sadly this system of money organisation can't be used till I have wages. I think that was a step in the right direction. however today has not really gone to plan. My friend Jane offered to lend me a score in case I needed anything. We then walked, with 3yr old mini Jane, MILES to check out some shops in the industrial centre (pets store, DIY, Haberdashery, Charity warehouse) we walked till our legs ached and then Mini Jane saw the golden arches..... so we all had a happy meal (in my defence it was lunch time, all I had was a protein shake at 6 before gym, and this was our only prospect for food for a long while)
So day 1 and I spent £2 on a happy meal... and £1 on a ice cream (it was a nice day) then when we got to the charity warehouse I found a craft book for 40p (really inspired me on how to fill my time ) and I found a vinyl record of The Jams.... 50p, unscratched and when I saw it I knew I was going to wrap it up and really enjoy giving it to J. He loves music, just got a new record player and would love it..... sometimes you have to break the rules a bit when you know you will make someone really happy. I hope he likes it....... yeah he will love it..... if not, I get myself a record player...... off freecycle.
I think the thing I learnt today is that to be frugal you need to be organised and think about food. always carry a snack! and if your not wanting to buy, aviod the shops..... but actually, no really I am well pleased with my purchases. hours of entertainment and creativity for me and hours of enjoyment for a friend. that is worth a lot more than 90p, marstercard would say priceless. (because they want you to spend....)
At least today was better than last week..... I have a lot to learn about how to not spend money.
P.S McDonalds is evil, they have brainwashed children into loving it... but be honest they eat two chips, a nugget, break the toy after 20 minutes and then go on about "I'm hungry" why do children love McDonalds soooo much that they seem almost possessed when they pass one?
Sunday, 6 March 2011
new angle
Well my staying on top of this blog goal didn't do too well....... so I have decided to go from a new angle. I hadn't written any posts cause quite frankly I haven't really had much to write about.
but I do now..... so I finally wrote my letter of resignation for my job, (yay), I have not lost any weight but my legs, ass and sadly boobs are all shrinking, all around 10 cm. (how you can lose 10 cm and no pounds is beyond me. i must of had no muscle at all) tummy is shrinking but not enough to warrent the recognisation that ass and boobs need they are in a totally different catagory.
Also I have had a major shock. after just 2 weeks I have spent my entire wages and left my self incredibly skint. so I am setting my self the much needed challege to live out the rest of the year as frugally as possible, clear my debts, learn how to live with a budget again, and save money on EVERYTHING! I will keep my blog up dated on my progress (hopefuly) the full extent of the damage is as follows- at least £2000 debt with the bank current outgoings exceeding my income and absolutely no will power (you would know this if you have read my posts on dieting, what i want i have)
so to set my self some basic rules.
no frivilous shopping just for the fun of it.... :(
no buying things unless I NEED it... (as in can't do with out it, can not believe i have made it to 24 without it) :(
no more going out drinking every weekend without actually doing anything specific except drinking, being drunk, falling over.(I will go out if it's something worth while) :/
no eating out/ takeaway because i can't be bothered to cook. :(
always find vouchers/ coupons/ haggle price/ bargain hunt :)
free is good! :)
but I do now..... so I finally wrote my letter of resignation for my job, (yay), I have not lost any weight but my legs, ass and sadly boobs are all shrinking, all around 10 cm. (how you can lose 10 cm and no pounds is beyond me. i must of had no muscle at all) tummy is shrinking but not enough to warrent the recognisation that ass and boobs need they are in a totally different catagory.
Also I have had a major shock. after just 2 weeks I have spent my entire wages and left my self incredibly skint. so I am setting my self the much needed challege to live out the rest of the year as frugally as possible, clear my debts, learn how to live with a budget again, and save money on EVERYTHING! I will keep my blog up dated on my progress (hopefuly) the full extent of the damage is as follows- at least £2000 debt with the bank current outgoings exceeding my income and absolutely no will power (you would know this if you have read my posts on dieting, what i want i have)
so to set my self some basic rules.
no frivilous shopping just for the fun of it.... :(
no buying things unless I NEED it... (as in can't do with out it, can not believe i have made it to 24 without it) :(
no more going out drinking every weekend without actually doing anything specific except drinking, being drunk, falling over.(I will go out if it's something worth while) :/
no eating out/ takeaway because i can't be bothered to cook. :(
always find vouchers/ coupons/ haggle price/ bargain hunt :)
free is good! :)
Saturday, 12 February 2011
catch up
hmmmm it's been a few weeks. I still have lost nothing in regards to weight. The simple fact is, i like being naughty and eating ice cream with peanut butter, sneakily after the gym. at least I won't gain weight I guess.
stacey can have the jeans and I'll have the chocolate cake. I think I'm happy with that. :)
my birthday has been and gone. I got Drunk with a capital D and staggered home.
I have also been going to the gym on particular days, at particular times, so I can stare at a certain "McFitties" bum. almost as naughty as the biscuit but lower in calories. :)
stacey can have the jeans and I'll have the chocolate cake. I think I'm happy with that. :)
my birthday has been and gone. I got Drunk with a capital D and staggered home.
I have also been going to the gym on particular days, at particular times, so I can stare at a certain "McFitties" bum. almost as naughty as the biscuit but lower in calories. :)
Saturday, 22 January 2011
Weight loss so far
I have been going to the gym since November the 20-something of 2010. I have been going pretty much everyday. I have been pushing myself till the sweat is literally pouring off me, like proper running down your back getting in your eyes having to mop up your face every few seconds, only to then give it 20 minutes in the pool. I have been working my butt off.
Guess how much I have lost..... go on have a guess..... NOTHING! BIG FAT 0!!!! GRRR! my friend who I am dieting with (race to lose a stone) has lost 5lbs already, and she works more than me, so couldn't have had the time to be doing as much excersise as me.....could she? don't get me wrong I am glad for Stacey, she must have worked really hard to lose that weight... but why have I not lost any......?
My mum tried telling me that maybe I'm not eating enough... like putting more calories into my body could help me lose weight. no, what it comes down to is, doing an hour on a cross trainer does not warrent a twix! and a huge pile of any food (healthy or otherwise) on my rather large plate does not count as 1 portion of food. I might aswell double what ever calouries I have previously thought I am consuming.
from now on. I am doing this properly. I will win. a new pair of jeans are at stake!
Guess how much I have lost..... go on have a guess..... NOTHING! BIG FAT 0!!!! GRRR! my friend who I am dieting with (race to lose a stone) has lost 5lbs already, and she works more than me, so couldn't have had the time to be doing as much excersise as me.....could she? don't get me wrong I am glad for Stacey, she must have worked really hard to lose that weight... but why have I not lost any......?
My mum tried telling me that maybe I'm not eating enough... like putting more calories into my body could help me lose weight. no, what it comes down to is, doing an hour on a cross trainer does not warrent a twix! and a huge pile of any food (healthy or otherwise) on my rather large plate does not count as 1 portion of food. I might aswell double what ever calouries I have previously thought I am consuming.
from now on. I am doing this properly. I will win. a new pair of jeans are at stake!
Job Interview
I went to the job Interview, all smart shirt and clean boots. funny, I didn't realise the job interview was made up of stages, that lasted a few days and started with a group interview.
I was horrified. I looked at the other candidates whom were all confident and chatty and normal in a youth worker sense (which is art teacher, strange and colourful aunty kind of normal. I still didn't know why I was applying for the job. I knew I wanted it, but I knew I would also feel like I was out of my depth and terrified if I got it.
Beleive it or not, I made it through the group ordeal and they wanted me back the next day at 9.30 for a further 2 interviews. My stomach flipped "2 MORE INTERVIEWS!" I spluttered at my shopping buddy. I didn't know what was worse not getting a call back or the realisation that I would have to have not 1 but 2 possibly traumatic disaster interviews. That wasn't even the worse part of my problem I had worn my only interview worthy clothes for this interview, I HAD NOTHING TO WEAR!
Me and IZ soon got back to shopping and me constantly droneing "what am I doing" "I cant do this" "they'll never employ me anyway" "maybe I accidently ticked the box that makes them interview me by law according to the anti discriminatory policy" and IZ trying to calm me down by saying "it's ok, you'll do really well" "you'll be great" etc. I finally found a grey and black pin stripe shirt on a sale rail and a beautiful 1940's style pill box fascinator with net veil type thing (yes I was going to wear this at the interview , thankfully I couldn't find it in the morning).
the morning comes at 6am, I get ready, I considered wearing make up, then compramised on just mascara. I have breakfast, I grab my prepared bag, and got myself to the town bus station. I waited...... I waited..... my bus didn't f***ing show up!!!!! I rang my Mum who was doing the school run and was not best pleased, I called my Nan who suggested ku chu ray-ing the situation (visualising/ meditating on a reiki symbol) don't laugh, after doing this for a minute or so my Mum called back minus the hump and offered to give me a lift.
I finally arrived in one piece and I did the 2 interviews without tripping over my own words or crying or sweating profusly and creating nasty sweat patches or mentioning my ku chu ray-ing the days events and meditating between interviews. I SURVIVED! not only did I survive, but I even got invited to the final stage of the interviewing process. I may well be ku chu ray-ing that and'all.
I was horrified. I looked at the other candidates whom were all confident and chatty and normal in a youth worker sense (which is art teacher, strange and colourful aunty kind of normal. I still didn't know why I was applying for the job. I knew I wanted it, but I knew I would also feel like I was out of my depth and terrified if I got it.
Beleive it or not, I made it through the group ordeal and they wanted me back the next day at 9.30 for a further 2 interviews. My stomach flipped "2 MORE INTERVIEWS!" I spluttered at my shopping buddy. I didn't know what was worse not getting a call back or the realisation that I would have to have not 1 but 2 possibly traumatic disaster interviews. That wasn't even the worse part of my problem I had worn my only interview worthy clothes for this interview, I HAD NOTHING TO WEAR!
Me and IZ soon got back to shopping and me constantly droneing "what am I doing" "I cant do this" "they'll never employ me anyway" "maybe I accidently ticked the box that makes them interview me by law according to the anti discriminatory policy" and IZ trying to calm me down by saying "it's ok, you'll do really well" "you'll be great" etc. I finally found a grey and black pin stripe shirt on a sale rail and a beautiful 1940's style pill box fascinator with net veil type thing (yes I was going to wear this at the interview , thankfully I couldn't find it in the morning).
the morning comes at 6am, I get ready, I considered wearing make up, then compramised on just mascara. I have breakfast, I grab my prepared bag, and got myself to the town bus station. I waited...... I waited..... my bus didn't f***ing show up!!!!! I rang my Mum who was doing the school run and was not best pleased, I called my Nan who suggested ku chu ray-ing the situation (visualising/ meditating on a reiki symbol) don't laugh, after doing this for a minute or so my Mum called back minus the hump and offered to give me a lift.
I finally arrived in one piece and I did the 2 interviews without tripping over my own words or crying or sweating profusly and creating nasty sweat patches or mentioning my ku chu ray-ing the days events and meditating between interviews. I SURVIVED! not only did I survive, but I even got invited to the final stage of the interviewing process. I may well be ku chu ray-ing that and'all.
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