Waiting

For my iPod to charge so I can go for a run...

If it doesn't charge in the next 20 minutes, I will have to give up on going for a run till tonight.


Edited a little while later.

Sometimes I struggle with what to blog about. I am a very boring sort of person. I know people *do* visit me...

But what do they visit for?

Lapband related stuff?

Fashion? (oh, please say fashion! I would love to blog about style, although I am pretty boring that way too!)

Just to catch up?

Or all of the above?

I need a bike

I am seriously thinking about buying a bike to run to the supermarket on when I only need to pick p milk, bread and little crap that I could throw in a backpack.

The store is only a couple of km away, and I could walk (and have) but in the hotter weather, it would be better if I could get there and back quickly...

Things that make you go hmmmm....

Or I could just send DH.

But with petrol prices the way they are ($1.65/l yesterday) it might be the way to go.

And I think I need a new coffee machine. You know the type. The ones that make a flat white?

We had one a few years ago, and it was awesome. But we never replaced it when it died. I think we need a new one. Shopping (even if it is only online) just isn't right without a good half strength skinny flat white.

Am I strange?

(Read on before you answer "Yes!")

Am I strange because I don't like jeans?

How I love end of financial year sales!

2 pairs of fab shoes, marked down from $99 and $89, to $20 a pair! *Swoons*

We all know how much I love shoes, right? Pair #1 is a 2.5 inch stiletto heel, drop side peep in black, pair #2 is a stacked 3 inch heel with a peep toe. I need to take photos, but gosh. They are pretty. And they smell sooo goooodddd (I love leather, does this say something about my personality?)

Anyway, I found myself in Roger David (a menswear store) with the intent to buy DH some socks (they usually have his size, 14+, in stock, but not today!) and I ended up with a stack of shorts and button down shirts for the boy-child! They were already marked down from roughly $60 each to 20, but for every one I brought, I got one half price! Woo Hoo! The boy-child will not go naked this summer!! A whole wardrobe for the boy for less than $200! He had fun modeling the new threads when I got home (yes, I shop without the whiny little princess... Thankfully a I am pretty good at eyeballing his size these days)

Have I said how much I love the end of financial year sales?

As a side note... Is it a bad thing that I am considering turning the spare bedroom into a closet / dressing room for me?

Dear Hassle Free Share Sales PtyLtd,

Thanks you for your kind offer to buy our AMP shares for 1/3 or their value. Even if I was down to my last dollar, I would not touch your shady offer with a ten foot pole. I pray that every one else who got your too good to be true, limited time offer treated it the same way I did. If I was STUPID enough to sell my shares to you, I would be down 300k at retirement age. 300k buys a lot of shoes. Do ya hear me?

Thanks again, but no thanks,
Signed,
Smart enough to buy shares, and too smart to sell them to you, asshole.
xox

One thing I don't understand

About overweight people who make excuses....

Is WHY, oh why do they try to bring people down to their level?

Why must they insist that people who have lost weight, and are down to goal (no, its not me I am talking about here) have problems with something else in place of food.

The person in question told a good egg, who is at goal weight, and has been for some time that she has replaced food with spending money.

I swear! If I hear that Dr Phill bullshit one more fucking time I am going to scream. Why must people psycho analyse shit all the time?

Why can't some one have actually conquered their daemons? Why must there still be an "addiction" that has replaced food? Personally, I get told that I have replaced food with exercise... Because I exercise for the recommended 30 minutes to an hour a day. The addict that I am!

Or is it just that I HAVE forgotten what it's like to be morbidly obese and making excuses for myself?

DS's top 5

Reasons I am a super mean Mum.

5. He earns his $10 a week at 23 cents per job. If he only does 3 jobs, he only gets 69 cents. Yep. It's the way it works in this house.

4. If he rides his bike to school, he must ride it home. I will not pick him and his bike up.

3. I wont let him play on the PlayStation before school. J's Mum lets J play video games before school! He is the ONLY KID IN THE WHOLE WORLD who isn't allowed to play video games before school.

2. I make him play his Sax for a full 20 minutes a day! No one else he knows is punished this way.

1. I won't put the air con on (It's 10*C Not -10. Put a fucking jumper on and stop complaining kid!)

Ahh. I love being a parent!

MIL is having a knee replacement on the 16th of July, so I will have a week off my "normal" duties while she is in hospital, but we will have to move in with her for a week after she comes out. Can't say I am looking forward to that.

Anyway. FIL is still hanging on, but is weak, and honestly, I don't know how much more fight he has left in him. But we will see.

All I know is, the last 4 months or so of my life have been devoted to my in-laws. With very little time off for myself. It's actually getting to me a bit. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.

A lot of photos with no real point

Did some shopping today, brought this dress on impulse... I am in love with it, but the boy child says it makes me look fat. I said he was a liar, and told him to go to his room. He said that I would still look fat in that dress even if he did go to his room, so sending him there wouldn't change anything.

Tell me the boy child was just being mean? (If he is just being mean, I wouldn't be surprised... Look a who his mother is! And we were just mucking around. He and I both know I look FAB!))


And now for some pics I took the other day (before I got my hair cut)



Me sweating my tits off running the MDC


Lookit that thigh wobble! Impressive, huh?

The boy child on his 11th birthday last month

Wow!

DH and I went to the Birsbane Powerhouse today to see the 2008 World Press Photo award winners. Such talent... The stories behind some of the photos were amazing, others we so heartbreaking.

I had to stifle a little laugh... A private school (one of the really snobby one's that cater to Brisbanes elite) were also looking at the exibit. The teachers were forever having to tell the snobs kids to stop walking in front of people, and standing in front others. It was amusing. I know my poor, publically educated child wouldn't be half as rude as these kids were. I guess 2 incomes, 2 expensive cars, an overpriced house and a swanky edumaction to pay for doesn't produce polite children.

Who'da thunk it?

Oh yeah!

And we brought a new car two weeks ago Tuesday.

A silver 2008 For Focus sedan. I traded my baby FeeFee (my 2004 Ford Fiesta) for the Focus. But at least the Focus seems to get somewhere near the same mileage as the FeeFee. My major fear with buying a bigger car was that my fuel costs would rise dramatically.

Now to name her...

Once again I am floored at how rude people are.


I was asked in the LBT chat (I don't normally go in, it was a slip of the clicker) how much fill I have.

I replied none, I haven't been filled since 2006.

This chick then demanded to know why I need a band if I could do it on my own.

Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.

Something cool

Obviously my body composition has changed. I am smaller now at 107 than I was last year... My waist hip and bust are all smaller, yet I weigh exactly what I did last year.

Anyway, I am now a small 6DD (Aussie sizing) So my band and cup have both gone down (before I was a large 6 / small 8 band, and an F cup)

I thought that was pretty damm cool.

Alright boys and girls

Time for an update!


FIL is now safe and sound in his new nursing home. Actually, its been almost 2 weeks (I think. I keep losing track of time - its a serious problem!)

Anyway, my life still revolves around taking my MIL to and from hospitals and assorted destinations (the newest being her SIL's hospital in Nambour - a 500km round trip from home)

So between carting MIL around, and looking after the regular day to day crap, I haven't had much time to myself.

The 6th marked the 2nd anniversary of getting to my goal weight.

Yay me.


I had a quicker than quick look at LBT today.

I have to say, I am not too sure about that place these days. And the mentor thing has me both shaking my head and laughing out loud. I LOVE the way the idiots jump up and down and say "Pick me!! I ROCK and I can show you how to lose a million pounds in 5 minutes! All you gotta do is be real restricted, puke up everything you eat, and refuse an unfill!"

Yes. I am talking about Grace. I actually laughed out loud when I saw the thread offering herself up as mentor. I don't know if it was in that thread, but she said somewhere it was/is ok to eat like shit and gain weight because of stress.

What a moron.

Attention Grace!! I had a devastating miscarriage, 3 months of hell, followed by putting my FIL in a nursing home, and I managed NOT TO GAIN WEIGHT. It can be done my love. It can be done.

I could never be a mentor. So this doesn't come from a place of jealousy. I know I wouldn't cut it. A few good reasons jump out at me without even thinking about it.

1. I don't like hero worship. I hate having people fawn over me. Even if it is genuine, it feels... I don't know... Wrong? I don't like it anyway. And it seems to go hand in hand with being a mentor over at LBT. In fact, it looks to be a requirement.

2. I know bloody well what worked (and works) for me won't suit everyone. And I know that my take no shit attitude doesn't suit the hand holding that being a mentor requires.

3. I am not online enough. It's pretty hit or miss at the moment. Hopefully life will settle down, and I can get online more for the fun stuff, but right now, I just don't have time.

But anyway. LBT has Grace, and her words of wisdom on being overfilled, surviving on soda pop (OMG - LMAO) and not wanting to unfill despite being malnourished.

I am just so glad I am not a newbie now. Rock on Grace. Rock on.


Ok. Forget about Coffee Talk Ladies. Apparently, the people who sold us the board wanted it back, and deleted our database. If they wanted it back that bad, all they had to do was ask. I would have gladly sold (or even given) it back to them. As it is they can go get fucked. I don't have time for this shit.