November 30th, 2009
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Last Thursday my trainer took my “before" photos, at the gym. (Before is in quotations because these are after losing 35 pounds)

Above are the results.

I realize these are quite flattering photos, but once I got home I snapped some sports-bra photos with my fat hanging free, and let me tell you… it wasn’t pretty. If I find some balls I’ll post them later this week, thus creating a circle of trust, and love, as you’d see something I let NO BODY ever see.

My trainer missed his train this morning, so I didn’t get to work out (tear), this means at 5pm I have to rush to French Connection to try and buy a party dress for Saturday night and then get to the gym for 6:30 to run like the wind with my trainer and then do a full-body work out with him 7 - 8pm. 

Dear Monday,

I’m going to OWN you.

Love E

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November 29th, 2009
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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, beer, beer, beer,
  • Plaid jacket wearing
  • Stay at The Ex-Crush’s Place

Sunday

  • Sleep
  • Food
  • Friends
  • Caesars
  • Starbucks latte. Non-fat.
  • Shopping
  • Birthday dress searching
  • Cursing at Forever 21 for not having said dress
  • Shower
  • Clean
  • Soup
  • Project Runway
  • Tumblr
  • Sleep (in about 10 minutes)

Note the bad life decisions, which I blame on the al-al-al-al-al alcohol. Also, note all al-al-al-al-al alcohol.  Sigh… my trainer is not going to be happy with me, but holy hell it was fun.

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November 29th, 2009
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Sunday Morning.

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November 29th, 2009

Saturday Night.

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November 29th, 2009

Friday Night.

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November 28th, 2009
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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:
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  • 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
  • I tried to eat said subway
  • I napped
  • I was not awesome, but instead a waste of life

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You: “Wait, what? Didn’t you go on a date with Gym Guy last night? But you woke up with The Crush… am I missing something? I’m confused.”

Me:Oh God, there’s no way to sugar coat my night; it was ridic. Actually. 

I met Gym Guy last night for what I thought was dinner and drinks; wrong.  It was only drinks, and because I’m a tool and hate eating alone and in front of guys, I couldn’t bring myself to order food, especially when he wasn’t eating… that’s all important because… well… it directly correlated with me getting too drunk for my own good.  

Anywho, the date itself was actually pretty good. Lots of conversation, no dead spots, but I could tell he liked me way more than I liked him.  He admired my heels, (major points), but also kept ordering me pints when I told him 3 was my max (I was on an empty stomach (see above) and was already feeling tipsy), but he kept ordering them (lost major points), he also DIDN’T EVEN OFFER TO PAY, so I was stuck with the $60 tab (lots, and lots of points lost here - at least offer!).  We made out. I was drunk. He texted me. I didn’t answer. I feel bad.

After the date (11ish) I met up with all my guy friends at the local pub where pitchers were flowing, hence I ended up at The Ex-Crush’s place. We made out. (yes, yes this would be the 2nd guy in the same night, don’t look at me, I’m embarressed).  I didn’t sleep with The Ex-Crush, we just canoodled but I’m pleased to report, besides being friends, I felt no romatic-connection with him.

So yes, that brings you up to date on my apparently scandalous? life.  I’m seeing New Moon tonight with The Ex-Crush and my BFF and her guy (who is The Ex-Crush’s housemate)… it’s not a double date. Nope, just a couple and their besties, at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

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November 27th, 2009
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So…

I have a date in 28 minutes with Gym Boy.  I’m nervous. That is all.

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November 27th, 2009
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$22.80, Forever 21
Can we say Birthday Party Dress? Yes? Yes. Excellent.

$22.80, Forever 21

Can we say Birthday Party Dress? Yes? Yes. Excellent.

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November 27th, 2009
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bowlingalleylawyer:

I adore this show.

and it is coming back for season 2 on Jan 2nd!

Instant re-blog because YES, Being Erica is AMAZING! As you know, Canada is in the future, hence season two is already half way through up here in tundra-land, and? It’s SOOO GOOOD.

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November 27th, 2009
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This is me RIGHT NOW. I am sitting at my desk typing this in that black top (with cuff-lings, boo yea! Because I’m a baller) and brown (hush up, it’s Friday fashion rules don’t count) pants, with terribly chipped pink nails (I know, I’m sooo professional).
Anywho, the point of this rad photo taken from my crackberry?
MY FIST FITS INTO MY PANTS.
These pants did not fit me 1 year ago, yet I still wore them.   I refused to buy bigger pants, as that would be admitting I had gained weight, and good God I thought I hadn’t! (I was sitting at 200 pounds) 
The pants were so tight on me I would often go to the washroom to check my love handles for blood (yes, they were that tight).  i remember waking up one Saturday and you could still see the red lines on my stomach.  I would also always wear long tops to work, so I could unbutton the top hole while sitting at my desk to let the fat loose.
My oh my, it’s amazing what a year can do.

This is me RIGHT NOW. I am sitting at my desk typing this in that black top (with cuff-lings, boo yea! Because I’m a baller) and brown (hush up, it’s Friday fashion rules don’t count) pants, with terribly chipped pink nails (I know, I’m sooo professional).

Anywho, the point of this rad photo taken from my crackberry?

MY FIST FITS INTO MY PANTS.

These pants did not fit me 1 year ago, yet I still wore them.   I refused to buy bigger pants, as that would be admitting I had gained weight, and good God I thought I hadn’t! (I was sitting at 200 pounds) 

The pants were so tight on me I would often go to the washroom to check my love handles for blood (yes, they were that tight).  i remember waking up one Saturday and you could still see the red lines on my stomach.  I would also always wear long tops to work, so I could unbutton the top hole while sitting at my desk to let the fat loose.

My oh my, it’s amazing what a year can do.

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Welcome! I'm Liz, the girl relieved the Internet has 0 calories. South African by birth; Canadian on paper. A marathoner. CrossFitter. Paleo (somewhat) eater. Traveler. Cheese lover. And I think you're great!



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