December 2009
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November 30, 2009.
Tonight in point form.
At 5pm I let out a little “woot woot!!” simply because it was 5pm. I then continued to work until 6pm
At 6pm I left work and mozy-ed on over to the gym
I ran like a guinea pig on a wheel from 6:30pm to 7pm
7pm to 8pm I pumped some serious iron with The Trainer
At 8pm I got weighed
At 8:02pm my trainer had such a look of disappointment on his face when he...
November 2009
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Too Fat to Graduate? →
Check out the cnn article above; I would not have been able to graduate had I gone there.
I had a bmi of 34.2 my final year at university. Whoa.
My Weekend in Point Form. Why? Because I’ve got me a gym appointment at 6:30am and thus need to snooze. Yea… think about that.
Friday Night
Shower, makeup, heels, perfume,
Date
Beer, beer, beer
Make-out
Beer, beer, beer, shots, beer
Pizza
Stay over at The Ex-Crush’s Place
make-out
Sleep
Saturday
Advil
Sleep
Curse
Sleep
Shower
Healthy dinner
New Moon
Popcorn and m&ms
Beer,...
Gasp.
The Day I had Planned
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Rise n’ shine at 9am
Gym: Run 10k
Go to Forever 21 to buy a birthday dress
One-Of-A-Kind Art Show
King Tut at the AGO
Clean my room
Clean my washroom
Eat healthy.
Be Awesome.
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The Day I Had: .
I got out of bed at 2pm
I took advil
I went back to bed
I realized it wasn’t my bed
But The Ex-Crush’s Bed
I made The Ex-Crush go get me subway
...
So… I have a date in 28 minutes with Gym Boy. I’m nervous. That is all.
The below is from one of my absolute favourite blogs, I’m Erika: Refreshingly Honest - seriously she’s awesome. Start reading. I want, nay need, this to be my mentality SO BADLY. The Goal: To be able to co-sign this within my 25th year. “Guys should chase after girls, not the other way around. Yes, you could argue that men like to be hit on, but showing interest vs. fawning...
I woke up this morning with a sick feeling in my stomach; something was off, but, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why. Literally, I lay there and thought really hard about everything, but still couldn’t remember what happened. Finally, it hit me, oh righhhhtttt, I got stood up last night.
Well folks, shit happens.
I lived, and my God, I learnt. That Boy is done like dinner, I am so...
when life throws you curve balls. eat ice-cream.
Fuck. I can say that right? This is my blog, this is where I can write whatever I want. Fuck, Fuck, FUCK.
The worst part about all this? I wanted to eat, nay I did eat, yet at the same time I wanted to be skinny more than ever, I wanted to be skinny, and beautiful, and make him regret it, make him see he was wrong.
As I put food in my mouth, tears came to my eyes thinking about how I wanted to...
So....
I got stood up tonight. I don’t even know… I’m more angry/upset with myself than anything. A) What is wrong with me? and B) WHY DO I CHOOSE THE WRONG GUYS?!?
The worst part? The thought of typing it out on this blog, and seeing this post sit above my previous post. AY-OY I got burnt by the world today.
My "horrible 90s teen movie"
Sometimes I leave things out when I blog, simply because I didn’t find the time to write something down, my mind can’t wrap itself around a situation in order to explain it correctly, or I’m nervous of being judged…
I came under a little fire yesterday for choosing The Crush (aka Guy Who-Ignored-Me-Friday-Night-and-Has-Made-Some-Douche-Like-Moves-in-His-Time) over The Subway Guy (aka...
Whoa... Like, Whoa.
I just got back from the BEST WORK OUT EVER! 1 hour of intense (and I mean intense) weights with my trainer, 1/2 an hour of running on the treadmill and a boy asking for my number on the way out the gym (I wasn’t interested at all, but still!!! eeeek!!!!) HOLY SHIT. What is happening? I am confused and blushing. Honestly, I feel like my life is a movie right now: things like this just...
OMIGOD
So… This just happened:
I’m going to see New Moon with The Crush tomorrow night. He asked me. I said yes.
I also have a date with Subway Boy tomorrow night, which I’ll now have to move to another day.
WHO AM I? AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GIRL THAT NOBODY LIKED?
Whoa.
ed note: I actually have a post saved in my ‘draft’s’ all about how The Crush will now be...
"Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?" ...
I had a 1 hour meeting with my trainer last weekend where I was lectured, in a very science-y way, about nutrition and food and calories and fat… To say I didn’t understand most of it is an understatement. Things I learnt:
I am fat because of my insulin levels
I need to keep my insulin levels low
A chocolate bar, and pretty much all other delicious carbs and sugar, will make my...
Just to Take Some of the Mystery Out of Tomorrow...
7:00am Rise
7:20am Apple and Scrambled Eggs
8:00am Meeting from hell
9:00am work/blog (duh)
12:30 Lunch (Salad from subway)
1:30 work/blog (duh)
5:00 Give God the glory, glory for being done work.
5:30 1h of a Cardio-Pump class at the gym
6:30 Rest, eat apple
7:00 Personal Training session
8:15 Walk Home
8:30 Shower
9:00 Grocery Shop
9:30 Make delicious healthy dinner
11:00...
GOD DAMN. WHY IS FOOD SO TASTY AND DELICIOUS? ALL I WANT TO DO IS PUT IT IN MY MOUTH. I DO NOT KNOW HOW I CAN LOVE IT AND HATE IT SO MUCH IN THE SAME MOMENT, BUT DAMN IT, I AM OBSESSED WITH IT.
Good morning my children! And what a wonderful Monday morning it is! It is? It is! Why am I so chipper, when the sun has only been sky-high for a mere 3 hours? Oh you know, perhaps because I dragged my ass out of bed at 6:00am and have already completed a full body work out with my trainer, I repeat… a full body work out! AND because I weighed in at 164.6, which if I remember right,...
it was going to be called 'Drama Queen'
There I was, standing on the subway platform, alone, at 1:20am. 4 minutes to go. I was bitter, sad, and annoyed for reasons I couldn’t explain. I thought about the bitterness of the blog post I was going to write when I get home, “this is it, this will always be it, this is my life, fuck. I’m the girl everybody likes, but nobody wants.” I was going to title the post...
As you may know, this Saturday is my Fancy Dinner Party where calories won’t count (Husssh. Upppp. You!)
The main course is going to be steak. Delicious. I’ve spent some time googling ‘steak spices/marinates,’ but have no idea if they’ll be any good.
Does anyone out there have a favourite one? Or can anyone send me in the direction of a tasty one? Or have a old family...
Session #1.
Last night I had my first, official personal training session with The Trainer. Awesome, it was awesome. I can hardly walk today and let’s just say, going to the washroom? extremely painful.
I told him about my HUGE goals.
Lose Weight. Be One Hundred and Twenty Five Pounds
Run a Marathon
He ran the ING half marathon in 1hour 28, or something ridiculous like that, and told me,...
let's get physical.
So… I got prodded, and poked and eyed and measured yesterday in my personal training evaluation. I did the plank, I did push ups (ed note: tried to do push ups, as I couldn’t do one), I got my blood pressure taken (it’s perfect), my weight taken and my body fat taken. All in the name of holy-shit-I-want-to-be-skinny.
Have you ever gained 10 pounds in a second? Because I...
Wanna know a secret? I’m obsessed with perfection. Obsessed. All I want to be is perfect. What’s that? nobodies perfect? Yes, yes I know that, but I still for omigod-reasons-I-can’t-control want my life to be perfect and fabulous.
It’s not.
I’m still fat. Don’t look at me like that, I’m tired of defending my very obvious spare tire. I am not a car,...
don’t look at me, i’m embarrassed.
fruit parfait
12” turkey subway
apple
orange
tube of wine gums
mini (ed note: i LIED, it was a big one :( ) mars bar
omigod i am perpetually a hungry, hungry hippo today. what is wrong with me?
Me: Hey Friend! I'm so excited for tonight.
Friend: Me too! Where/When do you want to meet?
Me: 5pm at the earliest (due to work) and what about Starbizzle in my building?
Friend: OR we could get booooze.
Me: ahh I would, but I'm going to the gym later, need to be awesome and thus sober to run
Friend: Boo to the gym. It'll be better tipsy. Doo it.
Me: I'll go to a pub with you, but just get a diet coke.
Friend: I don't want to drink alone, you NEED to drink.
Me: I'm really not feeling it
Friend: You will afterwork
GAH! This is the story of my life.
So… This. Just. Happened. Oh. Mi. God. My mom asked me if I’ve ever had sex. It was terrible. It was prompted from me telling her I’m on the pill. Dear God, WHY DID I TELL HER?!? I was so awkward. Note to self: NEVER ask your future daughter that. NEVER.
