Christmas is closing in, and it is two sided for my part. I spent all of yesterday, after the "Network for Women in the Defence" meeting was over, cleaning and polishing up the apartment and then took some hour later in the evening to make my first batches of Christmas candy. Despite the nice spicy smell and Frankie setting the mood in the speakers, I am concerned as to how I am supposed to handle this.
Because I'm not off sugar. I am totally not off sugar yet.
After having seen the Danish girl climb the ropes as if it was pulling down the curtains I have made up my mind to get serious - real serious - about my training. I'm going up to four hour a week minimum, and with that I am starting to take the eating habits seriously too. I gain weight just looking at sugar. I wish I was just kidding. I gain every ounce of sugar I eat.
I have to quit sugar. I have to shun sugar.
But it is Christmas.
I had Readhead over last night for a movie. It is a bit different to have him over from being at Bugsy's, I noticed. While Bugsy and I soon get tangled leaning onto each others tummy, shoulder or thigh, Readhead stayed in his corner of the couch, leaning towards the other side and just glanced my way. In the beginning of the semester I thought he just didn't want to be there at all, he seemed so distanced. Then he asked for my phone number, started texting me and ask me if I wanted to watch a movie with him or something.
I still don't quite get him.
On the positive side I did get him over to eat some of my newly cooled sweets. At least that's one certain way to make sure I stay off it myself.
If a girl I liked was getting entangled with another guy, I'd try my best to ignore it and distance myself as well. And then, if I thought that I still had a chance, I'd get her phone number and make an effort to be in contact and see if she'd meet me alone.