Hello strangers!

Oh, I'm soooo sorry for not checking in here for ages ('cause I know you've been just hanging out for me to write something- pfft!).

I've had the busiest time since my last post. Here's a summary -
- Nathan's (Bec's fiancee's) birthday (held at La Porchetta, a 'restaurant' I detest)
- Dad's birthday (at my parent's house - much better)
- Loads of job applications (I am considering enrolling in a real estate representative's course, in lieu of the social sciences course I really want to start, but can't, with our wedding being right in the middle)
- I saw Billy Connolly (and cried with laughter, I still wish he was my grandad)
- I saw Memoirs of a Geisha (wore one of my kanzashi, did not allow myself to become too despondent at Rob Marshall's molestation of the original text and traditions)
- Had hair and makeup trials for Bec's wedding (made me look like a vampy burlesque dancer, but once I took down the hair and removed an inch of eyeliner, I had a nice, smokey 'Charlotte from Sex and the City' visage (if only!))
- Spent Australia Day with Stu's side of the family (upon whom I desperately want to make a good impression, so spend the entire time being gushy and over polite, feeling fat and misunderstood - but they are nice people, I think it's mostly my negative internal dialogue)
- Completed Bec's wedding invitations (I am much celebrated for my bow tieing abilities, was told I should start a business in invitation design, don't have the confidence)
- I registered a loss of 0.5 kgs last Monday (nice)
- And a loss of 0.7 kgs today (la la la!)

Erm, that's all. Email me! I need outside contact.

Let's all praise some deities

Actually, no, I'm gonna praise myself for once. I worked so hard last week, exercising and counting points and denying unecessary extras. Even innocent little cups of tea will accumulate on the hips, thus I declined them, if I felt I couldn't afford them.

Finally, I recorded a loss of 1.7 kgs in the last week. But I also lost a few centimetres from each of my measurements. Nice.

Yep, I agree with my smart supporters, muscle is quite the heavy entity, but my weight has to go down at some point, being as huge as I am. Looks like that might be happening. I'm prepared for plateaus and all, but I'd like to get a headstart on the fat loss, before that happens.

Just the kick start I needed. I wish you all a sunshiney day!

Memelicious

Thanks, Rennikins (ummm, can I call you that here? If no, spank me when we see Billy - gently!)

What were you doing 10 years ago?
- Lusting over Jonathan Brandis (seriously, it was like a disease)

What were you doing 1 year ago?
- Working

Five snacks you enjoy:
- Mangoes
- OT's bars
- Berri Smoothie icypoles
- Teriaki rice crackers
- Cashews

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
- At Last
- Caged Bird
- Goin' Down
- Throw Your Arms Around Me
- Lately

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
- Give up a traditional 9-5 working day (should I actually attain one of those), in favour of creative endeavours
- Pay off the homes of my loved ones, purchase homes for those who are renting. Cars too.
- Move to the gated community in Mount Martha which contains the most delicious Japanese/European fusion home I have ever laid eyes upon. Or build one for myself, with uninterrupted bay views. Mount Eliza would be okay too. Hell, they're building a house a minute's walk from mine which also sets my heart aflame - I guess I just want a nice house!
- Give unrestrainedly to charity, especially to MS, Parkinsons and Alzheimer's foundations.

Five bad habits:
- Cracking joints: all of them - knuckles, wrists, shoulders, knees, ankles, neck, spine - it's awful.
- Silently ignoring disparaging comments from others, only to dwell on them incessantly later, with poor Stu as my audience. I should just defend myself straight away.
- Pulling out Stu's grey hairs.
- Biting my lower lip.
- And well, obviously, the emotional eating.

Five things you like doing:
- Singing
- Hugging
- Visiting new, beautiful places, and indulging in their activities, vistas and gourmet treats.
- Shopping
- Erm, spending quality time with my fiancee.

Five things you would never wear, buy or get new again:
- Pants (if I can help it)
- Neutrogena Oil Free Acne Wash (my skin came off in sheets, I was like a burn victim)
- Basketball singlets (or sports merchandise of any kind, really)
- 'Cheap' accessories. There's nothing wrong with something that's surprisingly inexpensive, or on sale (oh, how I love a sale), but I find generally avoiding faux leather, polyester, and tacky trims or colours helps me to avoid looking like a member of the Timmons family
- A mini skirt

So this is the plan: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot
watching me grow
Ready or Not
Contemplating Albert
Suspiras Web
Dangerous Curves Ahead

Then select five people to tag:
Aw, Jeez, everyone's already done this, 'cept maybe Jicks, and Deej, and Dieter, and loads of people who have topic-specific blogs. Do it!

But I have some good news...

I got my license today!

Fortunately, the processing lady made a mistake which took her (and a helpdesk) some time to fix, so my (very, very cute) instructor couldn't drive me home, as he had to help another hapless young girl to gain her independence.
So I enjoyed a pleasant (if drizzly) 1.5 hour walk from the Vic Roads office to the beach, along the cool, damp sand, then up the punishing cliff to home. If that ain't going to melt away my thighs, I give up!

As a reward, my beautiful man brought me a bouquet of long-stemmed roses, yellow to match the colour of the L-plates I no longer have to use.

Incidentally, the new licence picture's nice enough to earn a place in my wallet - I've decided that my face actually seems prettier when it's fuller, but perhaps I've just become more adept at make-up application? Eh, I'd rather have a slimmer figure than a Mona Lisa face.

That's all, I'm off to make a pot of 1 point soup.
Smooch!

Feckkidy-feck

Goddamnit, I've gained again - since my last weigh in, I've accumulated another frickin' 0.7.
Just what I need. Now, usually I can say it was because of fudge, or champagne, or whatever, but I really busted my butt working out and counting the points and all. My muscles ached for a good week after Christmas, with all of the effort digiMatt was making me exert.
All I can imagine is that it was accumulated... like, all of the crap I ate at Christmas had not yet converted to fat by the Monday weigh-in, leaving a legacy that no amount of exercise could remove quickly. But I'm narrower in the waist and hips, I feel stronger in my legs, and a bit fitter, too.