- ran 5k
- Ate very healthy (minus the FREE softserve ice-cream - what can I say? I’m a sucker for free things)
- Did my grocery shopping! $75 later my fridge is looking quite sharp
- Did 3 loads of laundry
- Found out a guy at work has been reading this blog.
- Watched the Real World Cancun - omigosh drama!
- Made the right decisions
- Thought about cleaning. Decided my time was better spent
facebooking creeping people.
- Went to my condo building’s party
- For a moment in time dabbled with the thought of loving Toronto. (fyi Toronto, keep the sun shinning and you may have a shot, bring on the winter and you’re out!)
- Spent too much time on the Victoria Secret website. Thank you!! for your votes, I’m ordering this weekend and will no doubt post about it!
- Gained a new Toronto friend
- Made a healthy lunch for tomorrow
Did you notice the odd man out? The ”found out a guy at work has been reading this blog” point?
Hmm, where to begin with this one? Firstly, let’s be honest, it was bound to happen (I work for a bank. Everything, and I mean everything is monitored) and secondly, shit happens.
This has happened, I’m dealing with it, it sucks (a lot), but there is nothing I can do now.
To know a male colleague has read my every thought, knows my little secrets, has seen into the crazy, little world that is me, when he was not invited, was incredibly overwhelming at first (there may have been tears, I shall not lie), but as the day progressed and I pondered who I am and this little secret blog life I lead, I became o.k with it.
This is me.
I’m not fake, I’m not perfect, I’m simply little (scratch that, big) old me trying to find my way in the world and trying to become the best person I can be.
I hope no one ever uses One Twenty Five, or more importantly my crazy girl emotions against me, but if or when that time comes, I like to think I could stand up proudly and defend my blog, my highs and lows, the person I once was and show how this little blog has changed my life.
I love my little blog, it’s helped me become a better person, shed some pounds and realize I’m not alone on this big blue planet. It’s given me a better perspective on not only who I am, but how we’re all connected (crazy emotions, and all).
So no, I don’t regret it and don’t care that you’re reading this, not for a second, not even a little bit, not even at all.