and it’s really odd
i witnessed an accident back in may, and i’ve been thinking about it lately. and wouldn’t you know, i get a call from the senior constable today asking me to pick up a subpoena. the court date isn’t until january but i’ll need to get something suitable to wear! (yes, i’m a typical girl). it should be a pretty straight forward thing (as i didn’t see who did it, but just tended to the people in the crash) but i’m a little scared too LOL
last night, a storm rolled over Sydney.
rain heavy as ever, and so much lightning i thought the paparazzi were outside (they reported thousands of strikes!). the wind was whipping up… well, a storm.
Jovie and I are laying on the couch in the dark, winding down for the night when the front door blows wide open. instinctively, we both look up and the look in Jovie’s eyes are straight out of a scary movie – she’s too young to understand and for a moment, i forget all logic but then realise it’s just the wind blowing open our faulty front door.
i get up, close the door and move the side table infront of it. there, that’ll do.
wrong!
a few minutes later the same thing, the door blows open – side table is pushed aside, scratching the floor as it goes – and Jovie gets up to have a look. that’s some pretty powerful wind! this time i put a heavy box of soda on top of the side table, and then settle back with Jovie thinking all is fine.
wrong again!
the wind, like some kind of poltergeist blows up the door, pushes the side table away which knocks over the soda.
thankfully, that was it for the wind games last night, but i can’t help but think it’s someone’s way of playing silly buggers with us last night. or another sign that we have to fix our front door. maybe both, lol.
no, i don’t consider myself fat, but what a cool title huh LOL
i had a few minutes to spare yesterday, so i weighed myself at the health store and was surprised but not shocked at what i saw. i always knew i had some weight to lose but it was disappointing to see it in writing..
at my first prenatal appointment with Jasper, i weighed in at 57kgs. today i’m 69kgs. and today, i swear to buddha i will not hit 70kgs.
it’s not a ‘yummy mummy’ thing (please pass the bucket, ew). it’s a matter of self respect and health. i don’t like the way i fit into clothes, and i refuse to keep buying new clothes in my larger size. the realisation probably started a year ago when i saw myself in my friend’s wedding photos – i didn’t recognise that girl, i didn’t like the way she let herself go.
so what am i going to do? i’m cutting out soda, burgers, cookies, cakes and icecream – my lovely close friends. i’m exercising at least 4 times a week – instead of just once. i’m not going to bake a cake because i’m bored. i’m going to park farther away from the shops as possible with two kids in tow. i’m going to drink a glass of water before snacking. if i can do this for 6 weeks and see where i am, i’ll be happy. i’m considering going back to a full gluten free diet but we’ll see…
i’m never one to go by numbers, but as a goal it’ll work this time – i want to get down to 60kgs and i want my abs back. can i do it by my 30th birthday? (about 6 months from now). maybe. i’ve never had to be this strict on myself because of my weight, but i sure don’t want to slip further down the path of no return.
anyone care to join me?