The other shoe
It’s that feeling that things are going so well and it can’t last. It’s not possible.
- You’ve lost the weight and kept it off even though you had pizza for dinner last night (and the night before but nobody’s keeping track)
- You’re training hard and lifting heavier.
- You’re fitting into your ’skinny’ jeans.
- You’re dating someone fantabulous.
It can’t last. Something HAS to go wrong. I mean, that’s what happens, right? Because that’s the nature of the world. It’s almost a given that, as soon as the world seems to be spinning beautifully, a meteor will come out of nowhere and suddenly, we’re all The Day After Tomorrow and all that jazz. Suddenly, the other shoe drops.
- You step on the scale and you’re up 10 lbs from yesterday and it’s all pizza.
- You get to the gym and struggle to lift the pretty pink 5lb weights while people laugh and point.
- Your skinny jeans get up and walk out of the room when they see your new pizza enhanced thighs.
- Your new guy/girl stops calling and it all falls apart.
Yep, I’m waiting for that other shoe to drop. Cos at the moment, things are too freaking good. Yeah, I know. By writing about it, I am, in fact, inviting the shoe to drop. Please shoe, please drop.
Because all this waiting is driving me bonkers. I’m imagining slights and issues. I’m doubting myself and everything around me.
And then the phone rings and it’s the guy. And all is right in the world again.
I’m pathetic really.
And no, this blog didn’t really have a point other than to illustrate how screwed up this new relationship is making me because damn it, I LIKE this guy. I’m actually getting the flutterbies and all that jazz. I’m smiling on the phone. I’m (semi) facebook stalking him (he added me first so it’s allowed). And I’m making myself sick.
Oh yeah, and I added another 10lbs to my leg press last week and did push ups with 10lbs on my back. I rock.
Happy Thanksgiving to all you Americans who won’t be reading this but will instead be gorging on turkey. 
The downside to losing weight
Yes, there is one. Most definitely. And I’m learning ALL about it.
Some of you may have noticed that the weather, it’s getting colder. You know, the temperature is dropping, the snow is falling and suddenly you noticed it.
You feel the cold this year. And it’s not even nearly as cold as it’s going to get. But you’re shivering and taking a lot longer to thaw out when you get inside. You start to wonder if your coat is wearing thin or your sweaters are a little old. And then you realise.
This time last year you weighed more. You had more insulation. More fat. It looked not-so-pretty but it kept you oh-so-warm.
Yes readers, I am cold this year. My legs are turning to icicles. I’m eyeing off long puffa jackets with envy and trying to figure out how I’m going to stretch my budget to a new coat when there’s really nothing wrong with my old one. I contemplate using my duvee as a coat – dress it up with a scarf and surely nobody will figure it out!
I now understand why all the skinny cows in my office wear scarves inside. They have no body fat to keep them warm.
But I’m not prepared to put all that weight back on so I guess I’ll have to find myself a cutie to keep me warm over winter instead then!
Whew it’s dusty in here! *Sneeze*
Hey strangers!
Wow, it’s been a while. A quick update:
- I’m still on legal up here – waiting on my work permit and waiting and waiting some more. It’s getting annoying. But I’m not completely illegal, don’t get me wrong – I gots me a visitor’s visa. Just means no paycheck for a while. It’s tight and annoying but I did plan for it so I’m not on tuna and ramen yet. If it comes to that, I’m skeered.
- All my IKEA furniture is now assembled and looking pretty in my apartment. I love love love living alone. Did I mention I love it? It rocks. I can invite people over at the last minute and not have to worry about the state of the apartment. Bliss.
- In my stress and non-legal status, I have to admit that the eating has gone mentally off track. I’m trying to get back onto the wagon but the wagon is so far away and so high up and I’m so short … lol. I’m working on it.
- I can now dead lift 50lbs. That’s huge for me considering I don’t think I could move 50 lbs when I started.
That’s a quick update. More posts to come. Promise.
I'm a twenty-something Aussie who was living in Canada and has now moved to New Zealand and trying to be somewhat strong and healthy while I navigate the perils of living with my Boy, freelancing and planning a long-distance wedding without losing my mind. Welcome!
