Weight: 13.7 - 13.9 (remind me to only use my own scales from now on. The official ones at Tescos clearly hate me)
Had the best weekend ever. After all of the excitement on Thursday I was literally walking on clouds for at least 3 days. Got half way to work on Friday before I noticed I was strutting! (New development by the way, I always took the bus before but I'm finding that I have the energy to walk now, which has helped speed the weight loss up again)
Friday was spent surreptitiously staring at the door in case he came in, whilst breathing in and out as slowly as possible and doing bugger all work. I have no idea how the pretty people ever get any work done at all!
Anyway, he never came in so I've probably blown it completely by my staggering lack of cool and togetherness, but I still spent the entire weekend discussing it in minute detail with my friends. Every look, every gesture, every word of the 5 minute conversation we had was analysed in depth, along with everything I know or have ever suspected about him. Then there was the obligatory trip to the gym, nail painting session, face masks and hair cut. I feel like a new woman! And the weight is falling off too! All this stress is clearly working for me!
Then on Monday, disaster struck. I had a feeling it might happen on Sunday night, a growing dread gnawing in my insides. I woke up on Monday morning and went to the mirror and my worst suspicions were confirmed. I have a spot.
And what's even more annoying is that I really don't get spots. I don't have a huge amount of good features, but my skin has never really caused me any problems or crippling embarrassment. And what have I been eating to cause this? Milkshakes and soups! Not Mars bars and McDonalds like I was a few weeks ago - clearly someone hates me, and clearly they have a vindictive sense of humour.
So, instead of facing my fears and hoping that this guy will accept me for who I am (because that's been working so well for me!) I spent most of the day hiding in toilets and around doors in case I saw him, or trying to work whilst blocking my chin with my hand in case he suddenly appeared.
And frankly I don't even know if I even really like this guy. I hardly know him. Am I just so overcome with gratitude and excitement and the faintest hint of a romance that I'll jump on the first guy who shows the slightest interest?
SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!!!
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Tuesday, 9 December 2008
Saturday, 15 November 2008
What have I become!!!
I have officially become a smug health freak. Not entirely sure how it happened, but slowly over the past three weeks I appear to have transformed in to one of the formerly despised 'health food shoppers' who walk around Sainsbury's looking in to other people's baskets and muttering about the effects of various food products on their insides.
I found myself in Tescos today with my big bro to get officially weighed (my scales are wonderfully encouraging, but perhaps not as accurate as they might be), and actually caught myself judging other people by what they had in their trolleys! I saw a woman with crisps and chocolate, and a bunch of screaming kids who were clearly not in need of any more sugar, and tutted something about blood sugar and glucose under my breath. Then I saw another woman with nothing but a watermelon in her basket, and found myself giving her an approving smile as I passed.
So it's happened. A little knowledge is clearly a dangerous thing in my case! Reading up on what is, and what isn't good to put in my body has become something of an addiction! I've spent a lot of the day on Wikipedia and reading my Howard's Way bumpf, and being completely overwhelmed and scared about the past 20 odd years of putting just about anything in my mouth, I think I'm finally starting to figure a few things out.
I heard of this great game the other day, which I thought we could all play to make the time pass. You have to pick less than 5 items from a supermarket, and you have to make the checkout girl gasp. Simple enough? My brother's girlfriend's sister came up with one, which I think is going to be just impossible to beat:
2 items: a pregnancy test and a pack of wire clothes hangers.
Bet she got some pretty darned weird looks!
So that's today's story. I have been freaking out checkout girls whilst slowly transforming in to the sort of person who brings their own supply of microbiotic foods to parties and wont let their kids eat anything except milk. Oh wait, that's Madonna.
I found myself in Tescos today with my big bro to get officially weighed (my scales are wonderfully encouraging, but perhaps not as accurate as they might be), and actually caught myself judging other people by what they had in their trolleys! I saw a woman with crisps and chocolate, and a bunch of screaming kids who were clearly not in need of any more sugar, and tutted something about blood sugar and glucose under my breath. Then I saw another woman with nothing but a watermelon in her basket, and found myself giving her an approving smile as I passed.
So it's happened. A little knowledge is clearly a dangerous thing in my case! Reading up on what is, and what isn't good to put in my body has become something of an addiction! I've spent a lot of the day on Wikipedia and reading my Howard's Way bumpf, and being completely overwhelmed and scared about the past 20 odd years of putting just about anything in my mouth, I think I'm finally starting to figure a few things out.
I heard of this great game the other day, which I thought we could all play to make the time pass. You have to pick less than 5 items from a supermarket, and you have to make the checkout girl gasp. Simple enough? My brother's girlfriend's sister came up with one, which I think is going to be just impossible to beat:
2 items: a pregnancy test and a pack of wire clothes hangers.
Bet she got some pretty darned weird looks!
So that's today's story. I have been freaking out checkout girls whilst slowly transforming in to the sort of person who brings their own supply of microbiotic foods to parties and wont let their kids eat anything except milk. Oh wait, that's Madonna.
Monday, 10 November 2008
Christmas is coming, and Emma's getting thin!
I just had such an awful evening and morning, I shall tell you about it because I think it would make you laugh. Hopefully this will be something that I can laugh about too in a couple of Millennia.
I went shopping in Canary Wharf, I got home and found I'd been locked out! There's a yale lock and a chubb lock on the door, I don't use the chubb lock because it's old and very stiff, I can sometimes open it from the inside, but not from the outside. Anyway, my mate (who is staying with me) had locked the bottom door and after 10 mins, I still couldn't get in. So, I went next door and they tried the lock, and they couldn't open it, so I climbed over the wall into my back garden and hoped the kitchen door would open. It didn't.
So I called the landlord (who was in London) and he said, just to break in. So I looked at the glass and it looked back, and ya know, I always think of glass as being fragile, ephemeral stuff. So I hit it with a gardening fork. It didn't break. So I shouted at it and hit it again, no joy. It's bloody hard to nerve yourself up to an actual act of vandalism and then find it doesn't work. By the way, it's pouring down with rain the whole time. So I went and found a pick axe, which worked very well. It took quite a while, but I got there, unlocked the door, tracked glass through the house and went to bed.
I woke up this morning to find the BASTARD mate had 'tidied' the bathroom by removing all of my stuff, so no shower for me. I then found I couldn't unlock the door from the inside. I called the landlord and read a book. About 9-30 there was a knock at the door, so I went downstairs. It wasn't the landlord, it was the builder, waiting for his money. He talked to me through the letterbox for half an hour culminating in him proposing marriage and many small children, and me getting out of it as nicely as I could. Fortunately the landlord turned up, let me out and I got to work for 11.45.
sigh, at least I can still make the people at work laugh, it'd just be nice if I could get them to laugh with me instead of at me!!!
I went shopping in Canary Wharf, I got home and found I'd been locked out! There's a yale lock and a chubb lock on the door, I don't use the chubb lock because it's old and very stiff, I can sometimes open it from the inside, but not from the outside. Anyway, my mate (who is staying with me) had locked the bottom door and after 10 mins, I still couldn't get in. So, I went next door and they tried the lock, and they couldn't open it, so I climbed over the wall into my back garden and hoped the kitchen door would open. It didn't.
So I called the landlord (who was in London) and he said, just to break in. So I looked at the glass and it looked back, and ya know, I always think of glass as being fragile, ephemeral stuff. So I hit it with a gardening fork. It didn't break. So I shouted at it and hit it again, no joy. It's bloody hard to nerve yourself up to an actual act of vandalism and then find it doesn't work. By the way, it's pouring down with rain the whole time. So I went and found a pick axe, which worked very well. It took quite a while, but I got there, unlocked the door, tracked glass through the house and went to bed.
I woke up this morning to find the BASTARD mate had 'tidied' the bathroom by removing all of my stuff, so no shower for me. I then found I couldn't unlock the door from the inside. I called the landlord and read a book. About 9-30 there was a knock at the door, so I went downstairs. It wasn't the landlord, it was the builder, waiting for his money. He talked to me through the letterbox for half an hour culminating in him proposing marriage and many small children, and me getting out of it as nicely as I could. Fortunately the landlord turned up, let me out and I got to work for 11.45.
sigh, at least I can still make the people at work laugh, it'd just be nice if I could get them to laugh with me instead of at me!!!
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