Drinking wine water and waiting for my friends to get here. I’m so cool.
Also, you’d be proud of my outfit: skinny jeans again, woot woot!
I Am Such A Girl...
Eeekkkk The Boy I have a huge crush on (like butterflies in my tummy crush) just called me to make sure I’m going to his party tonight.
OMG! OMG! OMG!
Can’t read too much into this.
Must think like a boy… so, whatever.. cool.
I would pay a ridiculous amount of money right now to the first person to bring me a Big Mac and Fries. Like, a ridiculous amount.
So. Hungover. And the day is sooo beautiful too. Booo
But in other news? I’m sitting at the lowest weight I’ve seen on the scale. EVER.
Awesome.
hungover? Yes: Wine
Tired? Yes: Staying up all night to suck in my gut because a boy’s arm was resting on my belly.
Stupid? Yes.
I took this lovely photo walking home from work the other night and viewing it now has lead me to confess a little secret…
Toronto? Not that bad. I’ve always been a little against Toronto (cough no beach cough no mountains cough they ruined their water front cough their extreme weather cough) BUT recently I’ve grown to enjoy Toronto for what it is and have come to realize how some people belong to this city. I know it’s not the city for me in the long run, but it’s the city for me right now (cough because of my awesome friends cough).
Have a wonderful Friday night Tumblr. I’m off to Banana Republic ($25 gift card, holla!), then the gym and then a night out on the town :)
~ Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage. ~
I found the courage to wear the skinny jeans out on Wednesday night. It wasn’t even particularly the right occasion for them (I went out to watch the final World Series game and to watch/encourage/support friends’ great vocal abilities in karaoke - umm yea, I? don’t sing), but for some, unknown reason I gathered the balls guts and wahoo! it was awesome. I got lots of compliments and dare I even say it? felt sexy in them…
My body hadn’t changed in size from my first skinny jeans post, and I remember being horrified at how I looked in them that Saturday, yet this Wednesday I miraculously found the courage… Moral of this post? IT’S ALL IN MY MIND!
In lieu of flowers please send all congratulatory donations to a socially conscious charity of your choice.
Happy Friday,
E
I’ve become obsessed with colourful scarfs. Obsessed. They’re so beautiful and add so much to an outfit. Especially for someone like myself who sticks to the colour black always, and forever.
I picked up this scarf in NYC for a mere $5. Woot Woot!
That’s an email from my sister, oh how right she is…
Dear Ugg Boots,
I’ll be seeing you tonight,
Love E
Fuck it, honestly… wanna know a secret? I’m 100% only losing weight for guys. My clothes? Meh. the way I look? Meh. It’s all for guys. All. Of. It. Nope, not even ‘to be healthy,’ again… it’s all for guys.
And the sad thing? It’s totally legit. I have a list of incidents where I could prove that guys prefer skinny girls (anyone who says otherwise is itchin’ for a fight).
I know the above makes me look desperate and sad, and stop judging me if you are, but it’s the truth.
I just want to be liked. That’s all.
Me. Without a care in the world.
A Story.
Have you ever looked at a person and known there was a connection there? Your heart skips a beat,
Well… way-back-when in 2004 I had that spark with a boy I worked with. I swear he felt it too. We became fast friends, but nothing ever happened… I was convinced it was because he thought I was too fat; he liked me, but simply thought I was too fat for him to pursue anything further than friends.
Well… lo and behold I received a message from said boy who “stumbled across my profile recently and just wanted to let [me] know, [i] look great” umm whhhhaaattt the effff? and then he continued to awkwardly ask me out.
Again, ummm whhhhhhaaaat?
I find myself in a predicament… do I go on a date with someone who thinks I’m only good enough for him now that I’ve lost weight? Or tell him to peace out, because if I wasn’t good enough for him when I was a fatty, he’s not good enough for me now that I’m a partial-fatty?
The obvious choice is to move on, but let’s be honest here… we all do it. I’ve even done it… so I don’t really want to hold it against him.
Sigh, oh the joys of being fat chubby lady.
My night? Beer. Bars. Friends and Karaoke
Aka the usual. EXCEPT!! Guess who went to the gym yesterday and let her flubber wiggle on the treadmill for 1 hour? and then proceeded to burn some ass lard with lunges? and finally lose some of her arm jiggle with weights? Boo yea!
My weight has been sitting around 156/155 for a few weeks now (give or take). I feel like I’ve hit another plateau, except… doesn’t a ‘plateau’ imply you’re eating well and still not losing weight? Yes. Yes it does, which means I have not hit a plateau, because I am simply just eating super shitty food, and a lot of it.
Exhibit A? Upon a glance into my garbage can right now you’ll find a large chocolate milk box, bagel and cream cheese wrapper, 2 yogurt cups, and empty cracker bag. Yes. Yes, I ate like it was going out of style this morning, and I don’t even know why.
Ughh what is wrong with me? I feel so gross right now and keep thinking of ways I can avoid dinner to cut down on my day’s calories. (don’t worry healthy people out their shaking their heads, I’ve probably skipped dinner once in my life, so chances are it’s not going to happen for the 2nd time tonight).
Uggh. 28 days until Twenty Five. Uggh.
Things that make me happy…
- My tutu. I really love it. Like, a lot. I plan on keeping it forever and giving it to my daughter one day. Yes.. it’s that awesome.
- I went to bed at 11pm last night. This is utterly fantastic and probably the first time I graced my bed sheets before 2am in over a week. My sleep was fantastic.
- The fall. O.k, this topic doesn’t make me that happy because the cold and I? mortal enemies, BUT I get to wear cute boots, bright scarfs and my Burberry jacket, so fall wins some major points for that.
- I just discovered there’s another bunny. And although this is terrible for my waistline it’s incredibly exciting to know I will be eating mini-eggs at Christmas time.
- 51 Days until Christmas
- I signed up for a 10 day free trial at a gym. My gym stuff is currently sitting on my desk. I’m going to run like a guinea pig on a treadmill tonight. My blubber is going to fly.
- November 11th poppies.
- I have downgraded myself from ‘fat’ to ‘chubby’
- One of my closest guy friends recently moved 4 minutes and 18 seconds away from my condo. This is very exciting news even though it’s the direct result of i) not blogging as much, ii) staying up late, iii) consuming lots beer, iv) spending too much money, BUT it’s still on the happy list because he’s just that awesome to have close by. One more friend to convince to move down town - you know who you are wuberry, you.
- New eye candy at work who luckily sits near the big bowl of Halloween candy, which obvisiouly means I will not be making frequent visits. Oh.My.God what if he sees me stuffing my face… exactly.
- Facebook. Oh God, I know it’s a sad moment when one admits they greatly look forward to checking fb at the end of the day (it’s blocked for me at work), but it’s true! I greatly look forward to it on my walk home
- Facebook Albums. In particular of trolls.
- BBM. It’s my life.
- Feeling pretty. I feel pretty today - no massive bags under the eyes. Excellent.
- Oranges. I just can’t get enough.
- A date with a boy (next Thursday), something to look forward to.
- Got a raise at work! BOOO YEA! And I get my bonus next week, which is oh-so-very-exciting!
- Avoiding H1N1 like the plague. haha get it? Because it’s like the plague (or at least the media reports that)
- My troll outfit. Seriously, I still smile when I see photos of that night.
- Planning a fancy dinner party with my troll partner. We’re hosting it Nov 14th; 3 course full meal for all our friends. Should be good, as neither of us cook.
- Lunch dates. Today? My sister and her bf.
- Phone calls with best friends who live in Boston and love the Yankees.
- Morning coffee.
- Good days in the stock market. Holla! My portfolio is up 41%.
- Life
Today has been a sketcho day. I’ve been sitting at my desk throwing myself a mini pity-party with lots of Halloween candy and evil thoughts about myself and then as life would have it I received an email today from the Toronto 1/2 Marathon folks with my photos from my 2nd half.
They’re absolutely terrible, but it still made me smile and remember how far I’ve come and what I’ve accomplished.
Screw you pity party! Screw you! Because I? Am fabulous.
