Thought I might give a little update. It has photos, and since I am not sure where to start, I am going to make it chronological.
At the start of the year I wrote down a whole bunch of goals. I've never done the whole "new year's resolution" thing. And I am not saying that these are resolutions. These were my goals for the year, my reinvention if you will.
One of these goals was to get my shit together and be healthier. I have never been fat, but for my height, I had been in the overweight category according to BMI. I checked my fitness app on my phone where my starting weight was at the beginning of the year, and it was 72.8kg. Which makes this number all the more exciting to me.
That is 64.8, which means I have lost 8kg. Don't mind my Hobbit feet. For the past 3 weeks I haven't even been able to exercise properly and yet, because I've committed to eating properly, I've been able to maintain a steady drop each week. I have no more to lose, 65kg was my goal weight, I now just have to mould what I have in to something a little different. But it feels good. I feel good. My belt is loose, my pants aren't tight anymore, I don't sweat through a shirt all day at work because it's too tight for me. And people keep telling me how good I look and my head is getting swollen. So I think I will just continue to be attractive and not go back to that. I've almost never had a chance to be honest. My ex did most of the cooking, and cooked big and sometimes pretty unhealthy meals, snacked on bullshit, always had dessert, stopped exercising, yet still lost weight. And I now know why and it was so unhealthy, and it had negative effects on me too.
Next photo is just random.
This was outside Flinders Street Station on the weekend. The Lego movie comes out next week. Anyway. I was meeting a girl with whom I had matched with on Tinder. I was sitting waiting for her, listening to music, when this big splat landed beside me. A bird fell out of the sky and was flipping around on its back, in between this other guy and I. And we just looked at each other as if to say "what the fucking fuck?!" and it just died right there. I felt like this was probably a bad omen. And preliminary signs are what lead me to write my last blog. On that, I want to give a shout-out to @shark_ for her words of wisdom. They are well received.
I watched this on Saturday after continuing to quote lines from it as if it were actual conversation with @cardinals
Then on Monday I went to JB Hifi and added to my movie collection. I have a list of movies from the IMDB top 250 I don't own, so I always look out for these, but I mix in critically acclaimed titles and movies that I just genuinely liked in. And came home with this bundle.
I'm also in the middle of watching The Newsroom with Jeff Daniels and it is SO GOOD. It has me completely immersed every episode. I'll be sad when I've finished it, but clearly I still have a lot left to watch
The weather in Melbourne this week has been pretty good. Sunny and cool, (one exception this week), which makes it perfect for outdoor fitness. Around my area there are so many parks and trails all in between. So I've been going for runs in the afternoons. I actually hate it. I don't particularly like exercise, but I'm also happy with the results I've seen from doing it. I'm going to start playing soccer again for the first time since I was 16 in a few weeks, and that will make exercising fun rather than feel like a chore. In this photo, I thought it was funny that sweat was the secret ingredient to fabulous hair, because I can't pull this off just with styling products.
Clearly I need to do weights.
Work has been pretty hectic this week. I've been getting a lot of extra work thrown my way, which is helping increase my profile around the business, but is starting to stress me out a bit. I know my area of expertise but I'm relatively inexperienced in terms of project management and I still need a fair bit of guidance. When I go in to meetings and I have my boss there with me I tend to be a wallflower, but when I'm leading them I own the fuck out of them. I should be more confident in my abilities because I seem to excel.
Lastly, I have housemates! My friend's brother and his girlfriend will be moving in in two weeks. My two prerequisites were a) this isn't a party house, and, b) you need to be clean. He's leaving his current place because his housemates were dropping E every night and she's leaving her place because her housemates are messy. So they ticked the boxes. He's an apprentice tattooist and she's a make-up artist. I will get to make two new sets of friends, and save myself like $1000 a month.
Then I wrote this blog.
