Bust like a sheep

Ooops, I totally stepped in it as far as Mandy is concerned. I should have realised she would find me eventually (she's scary like that - Monk, Murder She Wrote, Sherlock Holmes kinda scary ). I should get dumber friends. I was just sitting here in my little online cave typing away and now my secret is out. I Blog.

I know she thinks I should have said something, particularly given that she so bravely shared her blog with friends. What I don't think she quite understands yet is that I really, Really, REALLY don't feel comfortable when I know people are judging me / my work.

I am flattered she thinks my blog is entertaining though :)

OMT is going well, Dman and I did some more Fact File sorting today, hopefully we can finish up Friday. He is on leave for the next few days, lucky fish, but I've arranged to take Friday off to do some errands. Like take the contents of "the magic Mayonnaise Jar" ( i.o.w. change jar ) to the bank. I will have to sort it before then. Drat. Wednesday - roleplaying, Thursday - Magic in Durbs. Where will I find the time?

OBP is also going well, I managed 13mins yesterday! I am the machine! Darius and I started talking about stalkers and voodoo dolls on the circuit and scared off a poor little plastic that was gym-ing near us. Ag, shame. Hehe. ( For those of you who don't know what a plastic is: Go out and hire Mean Girls. Now. I mean it. ) They have changed the layout of the gym now, I'm not so sure I like it - I can't see the lights while circuiting anymore, which mean I have to rely on my dodgy, Rob Zombie damaged hearing to know when to move to the next piece of equipment. Needless to say, Darius finished well before me even though we started to together 'cause I missed a bell or five.

 

Tonight is my last night DM-ing Living Greyhawk for a while, I'm taking a break for exams. Hopefully James and Mandy will join in November when I start up again.

My computer, which seems to have bipolar disorder, is going into the shop today. So I'm gonna be gone for however long it take those ingrates at the computer place to send the hard-drive back to the supplier and get me a new one. I am afraid. Being cut off from the net is like going blind. Totally cut off from the world. All alone. Aaaarrrgh!

We will shortly return to our regular programming

I would like to apologise for the previous post. It was odd. We had technical difficulties due to the fact that I am so excited that..

 

I FINALLY LOST SOME WEIGHT! YEAH BABY!

 

*insert moonwalking here*

I'm melting! I'm melting!

86.4kgs! Yes, finally a weight drop that actually means the diet is working. That's 2.1kgs I hope to never see again. And for those cynics among you ( we all know who you are) - no I'm not pre-, post- or plain- menstral if that's what you're thinking.

 

First my waistline....then the world. Mwahahaha!

Mandy the Miracle Dog

I am an organisation machine! Darius and I have finally started tackling the dreaded Star Wars Fact File collection. We've finished droids, vehicles, weapons + tech, locations and events - only characters to go. Woo Hoo! Darius was a total star too - didn't gripe once. I totally have the best boyfriend ever. ( And after that comment, hopefully, enough brownie points for another back-rub ) I think I may make him more crunchies.

 

Well, tonight's plan is to finish the Fact File and move on to my junk mail collection and craft supplies. All of this will hopefully get me brave enough to face the *insert creepy music and flash of lightning here* - Magic Cards. OMT is finally showing some progress.

 

As for my friends and family goal of sorting out address and birthday book. The birthday book is done but the address book is proving harder. What is it about everyone and parting with their mailing address? What do you think I'm gonna send you? Anthrax? Letter bomb? Tasteless Christmas card? Speaking of friends and family, it seems the cat is out of the bag blog-wise. Mandy tracked me down, I swear, the girl is like a bloodhound.

Fudge Failure

Well, this weekend wasn't so bad, diet wise at least. I had a bit of a train wreck on Friday night, Dman and I went to movies  and had dinner at Spur. I was positively angelic. I ordered a chicken salad burger ( no chips or onion rings ) and had melon, beetroot and other point free food to fill up on. Then I blew it all by having fudge during the movie ( Damn you, Fudge Factory! ) Mmmmmm, orange blossom fudge - yummy! well, my heart's in the right place. As for the movie we watched Land of the Dead. As far as deadite movies go - I've seen better, but I must admit they did do some new stuff with old material. The political message, however, was about as subtle as a suicide bomber. Best Bit: Dead Reckoning. I want one.

Of course, my fudge failure has meant that I have been set back another week, so more penance for me.

I had another domestic breakthrough: I made Toad-in-the-hole for the first time! Yay! I always loved it as a kid, and now that I can make it Darius will have to learn to like it 'cause I will be making it often.

Otherwise, I'm gonna be shutting down socially over the next few weeks as exam studying starts today. First exam 6th October: General Education 101.

Shopping: The War between Good and Evil.

Well, eating 4 points less than before is proving easier than I
thought. I am kinda living on apples, soup and energy bars though. No
more brownies until I can control my urges.

Exams start on the 6th October. Drat. I haven't started learning yet,
mainly because I'm one of those 'memory span of a goldfish' types so I
will have forgotten anything I learn now by next month.

Operation Bench Press ( you thought I'd forgotten about it didn't you?
) is going okay. I had a fitness breakthrough yesterday when I managed
a 12 minute run. Go me! Darius just grunted and said "Thats nice."
Thanks a lot. At the moment I'm trying to get 2 yoga classes, three
runs and a circuit in each week. I seem to be missing Yoga on Thursday
a lot though - yesterday it was because D's school broke up so he got
a half day, so we went gymming early.

Speaking of Darius getting off early...we finally made it to the
furniture store to get the tables I've been wanting for months and
they had sold out! ( Except for two broken ones ) Bugger. So I had to
revise my plan a bit. I almost strangled Darius in the process though
- he was behaving like a toddler, all bitchy because he didn't want to
be at the furniture store, and couldn't have been less of a help. I
was all disappointed because my tables were gone and he was acting as
if I had dragged him there against his will - I was ready to cry. I at
least try to be supportive when we need to do something I figure is a
drag ( like the trip to he hardware store, the bank etc. that we also
did that afternoon ). I just wish he would just bloody well cheer up
sometimes. Grrr. ( Don't worry D - I still love you )

Losing weight, one slab of chocolate at a time...

100g AGAIN! Now I weigh 88.5kg. I am never baking anything again. Maybe I should become a fruitairian?

Why I hate Reggies...and my cat....and the letter 'K'

So today I started my week of penance for my diet transgressions over the past few days. No more baking brownies unless there is someone other than me to eat them. Basically, I need to trim 4 points off my allocation for the next few days to make it up. Not a train smash really - I'll be fine. However, today is weigh day so I get to see the damage I have caused - last week I was at 88.6kgs.

Today has been rather sleepy and uneventful. Work is dead because it's the beginning of end-of-year reviews and until the various changes for 2006 are released it is pointless doing any new business. So basically I've been doing sweet nothing - except learning how to type without a right ring finger ( 'K' is a pain ) Reason? The stupid cat again. Every now and again she feels the call of the wild and has an urge to kill something, usually a gecko or a sock, last night - my finger. Ouch.

My good friend Justin called to gloat over his new copy of the Sims Nightlife. Bastard. He found a copy at Reggies - they said they were out when I went there. Bastards. I will have to mix up the price tags next time I'm there, it's a dirty job but someone has to do it.

My mid-year resolution

Well, the weekend was a complete loss as far as the diet was concerned. I scoffed myself silly on Saturday and will spend the rest of this week paying penance for it.

As for my domestic goddess quest - I baked crunchies for Darius this weekend, I hope he liked them ( I'm never quite sure ). I also am starting to suspect that my dinners are starting to be 'nice' instead of simply 'edible'. I'm being a lot better about menu planning so I think it's making a difference.

Went to go see "Transporter 2" over the weekend, it's great action fun, if you are after realism it probably won't be your cuppa tea though.

Otherwise, OMT is still yet to begin. I made a cursory attempt to sort some magazines but I didn't really get into it. I'm very worried that I won't have time to sort things later, particularly as my exams are at the end of October, right when we will be moving. I am battling with feelings of overwhelmedness though, there just seems to be so much to do that I don't know where to start. With this in mind I have made a resolution: I solemnly swear that I will do something every day from now on to get us closer to a sorted move.

Why Darius and I are both Tossers

Well, the other day I took a quiz from the new anti-clutter book I am reading to find out my "clutter personality". The I got Dman to take it on the way to work in the car.

I am a Tosser / Concealer.

I like to throw things away in order to make the job of tidying up easier. Almost nothing is sacred. I really subsribe to the belief "Keep nothing that you don't know to be useful or believe to be beautiful." I really  can't stand to have tons of useless junk which I need to arrange, dust and keep track of. Frankly, it's mentally draining. The concealer part of me enjoys the task of organising, arranging and categorising my, remaining, stuff. Yay! Labels!

Darius is a Tosser / Collector

Darius also likes to throw away anything useless, but he also will keep anything and everything he perceives to have value. His Concealer traits are at an all time low which means he can't stand organising his stuff. This is spot on - I can think of a dozen of Darius' collectons tha are sitting around making a mess because he has no inclination to sort them. I have no problem with this you understand, I know he hates small, fiddly jobs like sorting his fact file collection or whatever, that is fine: we all have tasks we don't enjoy. I just wish he would let me do it for him.

Example: Darius has a collection of Star Wars Fact File that was a periodical that he hasn't read. I am sure he would read and get more pleasure out of it if it were arranged properly in its files. I have offered more than once to do it for him but get told, in no uncertain terms, to Leave It Alone. He says this to me a lot. I know he gets annoyed with my Tidying as well. He is under some delusion that I throw away his stuff without asking (this is rubbish BTW). What he considers 'Throwing Away' is probably just 'Putting Away' eg. the bank statement will move from the pile of rubbish in the corner of the desk to, god forbid, the Bank file.

I am happy to do this for him. I enjoy it, he doesn't, this is fine. I really do wish he would quit giving me such a hard time over it though. I am not sure why it is that he doesn't want me to help him sort his stuff but sometimes it feels like he wants me to stay out of it because it's none of my business. I wish he would grasp that if his collections were organised they would take up less space and I could store some of the stuff that is presently all over the floor there - so it does affect me, whether he thinks so or not.

I know I have clutter faults as well, as I'm sure he would mention if this was his blog. But at least mine are 'works in progress'.

Thus ends my rant for the week.

In other news, my PC at work was in the process of falling over yesterday, so I spent my day stressing and trying to bail out data before it gave up the ghost altogether. Today, when I'm ready to send it in, its behaving like an angel. Stupid machine.

Darius and I went to dinner at Jane's house last night. There were burgers, ice cream and loads of diet unfriendly stuff. I did not do well. And that is all I will say about that.

Christmas cards, loafing and the class hippo.

Well, motivation is back with a vengence! I knew I'd get back on top of things and now I am more driven than ever. Got myself a new 'sorting stuff' book - "Cut the Clutter and Stow the Stuff" edited by Lori Baird. Darius is in for a surprise now that OMT is back in full swing. No more loafing! We are going to sort out our lives if it kills me ( or him, whoever comes first ). I need a little notepad to write down my to-dos but well, I don't have somewhere to write a note to remember to buy one so I'm sure I'll forget. Bugger. Otherwise, I have the tape, labels, boxes and stuff so I'm ready to go.

Operation Bench Press has been less successful I have to admit. I'm still going to the gym pretty regularly but my origional 4 times a week goal has dropped to 3 (and in the last few weeks sometimes, 2 - gasp!). I'm still quite a blob, I picked up a lot of weight after I quit smoking and started going to gym ( which makes me ravenous btw ). Inspired by the courage of my good mate Mandy, I've decided to make my efforts to lose weight public. Hopefully my need not to lose face will outweigh my need to eat candy.

So here it goes : I weigh 88.7kgs (at last weigh-in). Ewww. I'm disgusted with myself. What's really depressing is that I weighed 84 before I even started gym and dieting and such. I've been counting points for about 2 weeks now and I've lost a kilo, possibly more, I weigh myself again today. That means when I started dieting I weighed 89.7kgs! Thats only a Big Mac short of 90! No wonder I feel like the class hippo in Yoga.

In other news, I have decided to tackle other areas of my life besides my budding domestic goddesshood. Oooh - I must add that I baked over the weekend! I made fat-free chocolate brownies...yummy! I've decided to pick a goal for a bunch of areas of my life like Education, Friends and Family etc. so that I can feel like at least I am making progress. My first goal ( other than reducing myself to less obscene proportions) is to assemble a list of addresses, contact numbers, birthdays etc. for all my nearest and dearest so that I can at last start paying attention to birthdays, send Christmas cards and generally let people know I love them...ahhh.