One Twenty Five

Whoa... Like, Whoa.

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:14:42 -0500

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 don’t happen to people like me.

Currently: Just showered and smelling like my vanilla flavoured conditioner, eating a salsa, chicken salad, with my feet on the table and watching The Biggest Loser and smiling ear to ear simply because I’m me, and I like that.

OMIGOD

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:00:00 -0500

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 referred to as The-Non-Crush-Friend as we’ve been in a good spot lately and he’s more a friend now than a crush. This stands true.

"Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?" "The same thing we do every night, Pinky—try to lose some weight!"

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:46:46 -0500

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 insulin high.
I need to eat more of the “right fats” (seeds, avocados, oils)
There is no such thing as a snack. Every time I eat it’s a meal
All meals must be made up of a) something that once had a face (ie protein), b) vegetables, c) fat (oils, seeds, etc)

Yup… so this is what I’m now trying to do. It’s hard. I love my snacks. I promised my trainer one week of eating all my meals with those requirements. Today is day 3. I’ve already failed (stupid. chocolate. chips. last. night. sitting. on. the. table. begging. me. to. eat. them. hence. it. wasn’t. my.fault.)

Today I’ve eaten a fruit bowl, a tuna salad and some cheese. (the cheese was also begging to be eaten). The plan tonight is to go to the gym after work, go grocery shopping and ONLY buy items that fit my requirements, watch the Biggest Loser FINALE, and create a facebook event for my 25th (omigod!) birthday party.

Just to Take Some of the Mystery Out of Tomorrow for You...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:05:00 -0500

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 Sleep

I know what you’re thinking… ‘wow, E’s life is sooo cool” what? that’s not at all what you were thinking? but.. but.. yea.. I got nothing. I’m trying to stay in this week and just have a quiet, healthy day tomorrow. Also, as all my friends suck, I think I may go see New Moon alone this week… if you’re judging me, I’m judging your.. wait… I’m judging me too.

GOD DAMN. WHY IS FOOD SO TASTY AND DELICIOUS? ALL I WANT TO DO IS PUT IT IN MY MOUTH. I DO NOT KNOW...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:51:24 -0500

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.

You better believe there were: Crackers Bubbles Make your own...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 14:26:00 -0500

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You better believe there were:

Crackers
Bubbles
Make your own ice-cream Sundays
A game of Kings (yes, someone ended up chugging that wine)
Darts in dresses (at Scotland Yard)

I opted to wear my sparkly, party dress, which HOLLA! was pretty...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 14:11:52 -0500

I opted to wear my sparkly, party dress, which HOLLA! was pretty big on me. Probably the last night I could ever wear it.

You may remember it from this post, as it was featured in my first before/after post.

The Food: The entire night was fantastic!! We had 5 courses of...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 14:02:00 -0500

Appetizerss!

Soup and Shrimp

goat cheese dip!

veggies and lasagna

The Table

Wine, Coke, Champagne, Beer EACH

The Chicken

The Food: The entire night was fantastic!! We had 5 courses of delicious food. (Thank you to everyone for answering my steak question, but I opted for chicken as holy-crap-I-totally-forgot-steak-was-so-expensive!).

Soo creepy with the blurred faces.

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 13:54:30 -0500

Soo creepy with the blurred faces.

Saturday Night: Dinner Party: Waiting for my friends to arrive.

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 13:53:00 -0500

Saturday Night: Dinner Party: Waiting for my friends to arrive.

These are some photos from Friday night. It was my...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 13:49:42 -0500

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These are some photos from Friday night. It was my friend’s brother’s birthday.

Beer and shots and shots and beer were had by all. I actually hardly drank this night (2 vodka/waters, 1 beer, 1 shot) but some people drank enough for me… aka my friend Pete. He drank so much he left the bar and passed out on a random corner. The cops were called and he was given the option of the ‘drunk tank’ or ‘call his friends.’ He chose the friends option (way to go Pete!) and was then escorted home in the cop car.
My bestie and I.
The photo from the subway that got me a date.

Good morning my children!And what a wonderful Monday morning it is! It is? It is! Why am I so...

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 09:44:48 -0500

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, and-I-think-I-remember-right, is FOUR pounds down from last Wednesday.

Can I get a HELL-YEA?!

My apologies for Friday night’s post: who knows what you’ll find in the shadows of my mind… answer: emotional, weak(?) moments.

This week promises a date on Wednesday night with Subway Boy, two gym sessions with the trainer on Tuesday and Thursday, lots of tv watching (haven’t even watched TBL from last week, tisk tisk), catching up with The Sister who’s back from Mexico, laundry, cleaning, friends and generally being awesome all around.

Lots of photos to come today of the dinner party I co-hosted Saturday night. Get excited people, it’s the last week of November 2009, and more importantly my last week being 24!

it was going to be called 'Drama Queen'

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 02:12:00 -0500

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 ‘Drama Queen,’ because that’s exactly what i was being.

I had just left the bar alone, insisting that none of my friends followed me; I wanted them to, but would have been annoyed if they had. I wanted to be alone, but I wanted to talk. I was emotional and I didn’t know why, but in a moment of reasoning I wanted out of that bar so fast, my legs couldn’t carry me.

The tears were coming.

The crush was there. He didn’t talk to me once all night. He actually moved seats to sit away from me. I was neutral. That didn’t even annoy me. It wasn’t about him. It was about me. I’m still the same, stupid fucking girl I was last year, and the year before that, and the year before that. Couples, the entire fucking table was couples. Pairs. I stood alone. I always stand alone.

I am alone.

I felt like shit. I looked like shit. I sat on the subway and tried to get my mind off of things. I took my camera out and tried to clean the stickiness out from around the zoom. I accidentallytook a photo. I made an awkward, embarrassed face. I heard a boy laugh. I looked up.

My age, good looking. He smiled. I smiled back and apologized for taking the unintentional photo. He asked my name, I asked his. We shook hands. We spoke.

He asked for my number. I paused. I pondered. I gave it to him.

1:31am Hey, it’s J the guy you met on the subway. It was really nice to meet you. Did you get home o.k?

1:39am I did, thanks. I was impressed with your smoothness. Asking girls for their # on subways is the norm?

1:42am Thanks, actually no this is the first time I’ve ever asked a girl for her number on the subway, believe it or not. There was something about you that I couldn’t resist, so I had to ask because I wanted to see you again for more than a couple of minutes.

I want to type out, “and just like that my night changed,” but it didn’t. I still feel alone, like no body likes me, no body ever will.

The fat girl everybody looks through. That’s me, except now with a morsel of hope.

See, Drama Queen.

Yes. Yes, me and my friend bought shirts to wear to New...

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 14:35:00 -0500

Yes.

Yes, me and my friend bought shirts to wear to New Moon.

Be. Jealous. Why? BECAUSE WE’RE COOL.

How am I spending this excellent, autumn Friday afternoon? Oh...

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 14:05:00 -0500

How am I spending this excellent, autumn Friday afternoon? Oh how kind of you to ask; I decided to create myself in a South Park character.

Now you know what I look like. :) Ps I purposely chose those hands.. because yes, well ummm…. I’m always looking for food.

Click on the photo to make yours!

As you may know, this Saturday is my Fancy Dinner Party where calories won’t count (Husssh....

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 11:53:00 -0500

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 sauce they love?

I need to impress my friends with my culinary skillz. And by friends I mean The Crush. Who-is-not-really-my-crush,-but-just-a-cute-boy-I-occasionally-make-out-with.

Thanks!

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The culpritS. Note the diet coke on the table. I initially...

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:41:16 -0500

The culpritS.

Note the diet coke on the table. I initially bought it thinking, “sweet I’ll just drink d.coke all night” WRONG. I also want to mention I have no intention of giving up alcohol to achieve said goals, umm hello I love my Friday and Saturday drunken nights, BUT I need to cut back, which means NO drinking Sun - Thurs (with the exception of Cesar-Sundays, obvy)

Friend ordering said beers. GOD DAMNIT WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:36:00 -0500

Friend ordering said beers. GOD DAMNIT WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

I then ventured up to College/Spadina (for Toronto folks) to...

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:32:46 -0500

I then ventured up to College/Spadina (for Toronto folks) to support a friend, of a friend’s band.

There I made up for all the calories I had burnt with The Trainer by consuming 3 Canadian bottles of beer and a 6” Subway.

Let’s talk about those bottles of beer shall we… Firstly, I DID NOT WANT THEM. Secondly, OMIGOD, I DID NOT WANT THEM. I haven’t told y’all this yet, but I’m in a weight loss competition with one of my guy friends. We weigh in on the 1st and 15th of each month together. I LOVE this boy to bits, but I could tell he didn’t want to drink if I wasn’t… hence he kept buying me beers against my will. I kept stupidly drinking them.

Also, M I know you’ll read this as some point.. that’s you and C on the right there. By ‘creepy’ I think you mean ‘great shot!’

Session #1.

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:24:00 -0500

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, “I’m 80% sure I’ll run the Chicago Marathon with you” which honestly MADE ME SO EXCITED!! The thought of having someone help me reach my goals is amazing, as I did the last 2 halves all alone.

Next Session. Monday at 7am. Yea.. think about that. Whoa.