Today at the writer’s meeting I made faces ranging from this:
To this:
And at one point became very tiny and violent:
So, a successful day.
Also I ate vegetables:
The End.
Tomorrow morning I’m setting off for adventures sharing a house in Yallingup with 14 girls- 11 of them strangers- for four days. Dunno if I’ll have internet. Should be interesting. Seeya Friday.
Woke up this morning to a BRAND NEW INSTALLMENT OF THE AMAZING PARKS AND REC FANFICTION which I found at 2am Saturday morning and read til 5am. There is one part to go. It is lovely and I highly enjoyed it.
Watched more Parks and Rec. I just can’t seem to stop.
Had a work out and weigh-in, as it’s been two weeks since I started with my PT. I’ve put on .5kg, BUT at the same time I’ve put on 5kg of muscle so I have lost plenty of fat and am setting up the foundations for more in the future. Also lost a bunch of centimetres here and there. Also now I don’t feel like I’m going to die after my workouts, in fact I feel really good, which I guess is the whole deal with exercise but it’s nice that it’s already that way for me so I LIKE IT OKAY.
(Then I came home and ate lots of Aero :/)
Yay.
-Nicola
So, as I may have mentioned, I am in the Food Allergy Club with Aly.
Who’s a member of the club that’s fun and gluten free!
A – L – Y – A – N – D – L – O – I – S … E
Dairy, Gluten, Happiness!
See the “fun” that it can be
A – L – L – E – R – G – Y – F – R – E – E!*
Dairy and gluten make me feel dreadful and since removing them from my life I’ve seen numerous positive side effects including better sleep, better skin and less mood swings as well as, of course, being able to actually digest my food and not having horrible stomach cramps.
The problem is I’ve become a complete wreck about food. Even though there are plenty of things I can eat, I just don’t want to. It took ages to figure out my allergies and it was only after trial and error that I figured it out with the help of my doctors, so I keep worrying there’s another allergen out there I haven’t realised yet. I get nervous that I might feel sick. I wait until I’m almost faint from hunger before I go to the kitchen and most of the time I’ll stare at the food available until I’ve convinced myself that I don’t actually want to eat, make a coffee and leave again.
Now, in the short term it’s probably no big deal. I need to lose weight and what I am eating is healthy. I’m just slightly worried I might get a bit of a phobia about food. Even with that worry, I still can’t force myself to eat. It’s silly.
Since starting the project I have lost 5kg!
~ Lois
*Disney’s Mickey Mouse Club March was in no way ripped off by our club song. Honest.
I just watched the latest episode of Glee. The writing is so amazing now I don’t even. Did they get a new editor or something?! And the music was just stunning. I WANT THE RECORDINGS RIGHT NOW. K? K.
Exercised today but also felt like a walrus, so they kind of cancelled each other out.
~ Lois
Today I felt bad, so I drew pictures. And I’m pleased with one of the pictures. So that’s good. I also exercised. Also good.
Also, that picture isn’t going to make sense to anyone but me. 😀
~ Lois
Eventually coaxed my body to move all the way out of bed at about 10:40 so I could go for an exercise-walk with mum. It was nice and sunny and I calculated my pace afterward and it was slightly higher than the pace that the PT told me to aim for so hurray! Plus I got to look at the ocean, which I love.
Then Mum and I went to Whitfords where I closed my superfluous bank account which has been charging me a monthly fee, then bought some more exercise clothes. Yay.
Thennn we went to the city and I FINALLY took my computer in to the Apple store because it’s been refusing to turn on for like five weeks now (I’ve been busy/lazy). Problem basically solved, but it’s staying there to get its case thing fixed because it’s been cracking for about a year. Lol I am lazy. Also learned that my battery has lasted about 3 times as long as it was meant to, so at least one of us has endurance.
Thennnn I took Mum to Jean Pierre Sancho, a favourite expensive French cafe of mine (and Emily’s!) and we had a lovely focaccia type thing which had delicious but illegal brie in it. Besides the brie, I have only eaten well today. Huzzah!
-Nicola
Had my first session with my personal trainer today. She told me precisely how unfit I am (clue: it’s very) and then we started working on fixing that. It was hurty. I predict lots of whingeing in the future, but hopefully I can stick to it this time.
Mum and Dad and Aly and I went out for fancy pizza to avoid being in the house with Kiara and her dumb loud friends. It was nice.
-Nicola
Slept gloriously. Watched the Chaser Royal Wedding clips, including this one which I particularly liked:
Emailed my new personal trainer to organise my schedule. Committing to exercise hooray! I start Monday, and the trainer works from a mini-gym her house which is located around the corner from my house. Highly convenient. There are also group outdoor sessions which I’ll probably join eventually. Hopefully this sort of commitment will be effective for me, as it turns out I’m not as independently motivated as I would have liked to have thought. I’m pumped to get energy again. For many months now I’ve been pretty perpeptually sleepy, like at any moment if someone were all “Hey, wanna nap?” I would be ALL OVER THAT.
I cleaned my room, for the first time since I’ve been home. Feels nice.
Made lunch and turned it into the second entry of my new food blog which I rather enjoy:
-Nicola
Today I did 20 minutes of yoga accompanied by a frenetic cardio workout. I feel good, too. Despite my weight, I’m not actually unfit, which is what is so frustrating about being as big as I am.
I like yoga. I use my Wii Fit to do it and it feels like I’m accomplishing something. The only problem with the Wii Fit system is that it judges you. If you miss a while the following conversation occurs …
Wii Fit: You haven’t been on in a while. Have you been busy?
Me: *presses A on the controller* (You have to agree, it doesn’t give you another option.)
Wii Fit: You know, doing exercise regularly is much more effective than doing it periodically.
Me: *presses A*
Wii Fit: Well as long as you know you’re a fat lazy whore.
Ok, so the last part may not happen, but I still feel like I’m being judged by a little machine. I think Nintendo might think it’s motivating. I just find it creepy and kind of a downer.
I’m doing a 24 hour liquid fast for the rest of today and tomorrow morning. Mostly because I was stupid on the weekend and knowingly ate things I was allergic to so now my digestive system is hating on me. Should be feeling nice and normal this time tomorrow!
~ Lois
Hi everyone.
Today I logged into Facebook and found that a friend had posted and tagged photos of me from the recent show that our theater group did. Whose brilliant idea was photo uploading and tagging? Seriously, anyone can snap a gross photo of you and then tag it on the internet for the world to see?! What hellish nightmare have we stepped into people?!
…
Anyway, I couldn’t believe how bad I looked. I’m not saying I looked bad for sympathy or because I have low self esteem. I am very overweight now. I’ve been told it’s due to my tumour and the craziness of my hormones, but I refuse to believe that any more. I am going to find a way to be a healthy weight.
Contrary to the title of this series of posts, I do not want to be a Super Model. Fashion doesn’t really interest me. What I do want to be is a healthy weight. And can you blame a girl for wanting a body which is (to quote Sit Mix-a-lot) “kickin'”?
At the start of this week I wrote in my planner how many days I had to get to a healthy weight before the next Cosplay convention I will be attending. Counting backwards from the convention I got 66 days (which today makes 61 days to go). I want to log my weight conquering for at least the next 61 days. Putting it here might help. I probably won’t put my weight but I will tell you what I lose in kilos and cms. I’ll also post most days about various challenges I’ve faced with it or things I feel I’ve done well.
~ Lois
The Years of Self Love 
