I guess I should get used to this …
… being referred to as an “older woman” lol.
On MILF’s, Cougars & Cowgirls by Suzan Gray
So, Sir G: you’re not just dating someone 8 years older,
you’re now dating an OLDER woman, heh.
… being referred to as an “older woman” lol.
On MILF’s, Cougars & Cowgirls by Suzan Gray
So, Sir G: you’re not just dating someone 8 years older,
you’re now dating an OLDER woman, heh.
My darling Gran. Today was her birthday.
I still miss you with all my heart.
My incredible Dad. Away on his travels for a month now (but back soon!)
And my beautiful boy. Living his adventure in the UK.
I’m not kidding!
I have waaaaay too much “stuff”, it’s ridiculous. I honestly can’t bear the thought of getting even more to add to my collection of “things”. Apart from that, money is tight this year and I would rather that the people I care about spend their finances wisely instead of blowing it all on some stupid end-of-year splurge. And I shall be doing just that – paying off my credit card. The only gifts I’ll be buying this year are for my kids. No-one else.
So that’s it, I don’t want anyone to buy me anything for Christmas and I hope people can respect that.
If you feel that you HAVE to part with your money, please send a donation to a worthwhile charity like the NSPCA.
That would rock.
But Operation Yellow Bikini is being reinstated!
I know you’ve been here with me more than once over the last year and absolutely bugger all came of it. I KNOW. So don’t you DARE roll your eyes at me, mmk?
You know what I realized this morning? I have not weighed this much since my last child was born, nearly 16 years ago. Holy Frigging Moly! That’s just disgusting …
I’m feeling like an absolute WHALE these days and quite frankly, I’m sick of it – sick of not fitting into my clothes, sick of having to disguise the blubber, sick of feeling ugly, sick of being grim about all this.
Sick. Sick. Sick!
So … I decided yesterday that *that* was my last day of eating crap.
I AM going to lose these extra 10kg! Sheesh … ten bloody kilograms. That’s completely horrendous!
To kick it off, I’m doing the water, fruit and veg thing only for this week. That’s it – no processed carbs, no meat, no cool drink and no alcohol. I’d say no dairy, but I have milk in my coffee and tea and I’m going throw some feta into my salads. Protein? I’m getting that from whey powder, which I’ll mix into my breakfast shakes and lunchtime green smoothies.
And hells, I’m going to have to overcome my exercise allergy. Buggeration.
Mmk, grumble over. I’m doing this! Feck.
I relish my daily sessions in the Think Tank (aka my bath) – it’s just about the only time of the day that I get to spend 30 uninterrupted minutes inside my own head …
One of the things I think about nearly every morning in the Think Tank, before my mind wanders of to Who Knows Where, is how insanely fortunate I am. Today, this realization took hold of me completely and reminded me just how much I have to be thankful for. Because I do – I’m incredibly lucky and I have a very, very good life.
That’s a LOT to be grateful for, don’t you agree?
This exercise in thinking about how lucky I am is so good for me. It totally grounds me – all the stupid, petty things that can suck me into a hole of misery are quickly banished from my thinking when I focus on all the good things in my life.
I’m such a lucky brat 🙂
Levi’s sent me a voucher for a pair of jeans to the value of R699 from their store at the Waterfront!
Isn’t that awesome?
I haven’t owned a pair of Levi’s for YEARS – I always seem to land up with the 99 rond specials from Edgars or Woolies, so it’ll be brilliant to finally get a fantastic pair of jeans. And I’ve got 6 months to spend the voucher which gives me plenty of time to lose the weight I want to before I take up their offer and rock my new jeans!
I can’t wait 😀