First great news: I have got a job at Subway! Hurrah!

 

Second great news: I have lost a kilo! It's finally worth it! Soon the kilo's will be shedding off like a snake losing its skin.

 

But in bad news, I am an alien. Dru's radio alarm clock starts buzzing whenever I'm around, and so does the radio at Subway. It's been confirmed: I am an alien.

At home group tonight (Bible study) I got another "have you lost weight"-style compliment. V. proud of self.

 

I received my bike computer today so I installed it (with much swearing and frustration) and cycled to Subway and back. Here are the stats:

 

Total distance: 16.7km

Top speed: 52.1km/h (2.1 over the speed limit!)

Average speed: 22.1km/h (including the up hill bit!!!)

Cyclist feeling: Awesome

 

Although (mild confession) when I was in Coles at Wallsend (near Subway) I did buy myself a Chomp bar. Stupid Coles putting delicious food at the checkouts. I need more will-power to get through this.

Good news and bad news.

 

I'll get the bad over first: somehow I have gained a kilo. I'm blaming it on being a girl. Everyone knows you gain weight while you are being all hormoney and womanly. Anyway. I am v. disappointed about gaining a kilo. From now on, I am not eating anything except lettuce and only drinking water. Either that or just exercise non-stop.

 

I've also discovered another reason of why I want to lose weight: to find Mr Right. When you belong to a Christian Church you are meant to be married by 20 and have three kids by the time you're 30. Since I am 18, I have 2 years to find Mr Right. Hahahahahahaha. Not so much chance. After much study and thought I have noticed that all young single men see me completely platonically. Maybe I should go to a bigger Church with lots of single men. In my Church, the single men to single women ratio is about 1:10, so there's little chance of me finding someone there. Unless I become ridiculously gorgeous and stunning and thin.

 

So if I lose weight, every man in a 50m radius will find me attractive and wish to marry me.

 

And onto the good news (sort of). Mr Pervy Next-Door was perving on my legs. I love my legs. They are amazing in a goddess-way, except with more bruises and scars. Maybe I should become more bronzed.

 

Also, I might possibly have a job at Subway, which would be pretty great. It's close by, but I can't be guaranteed lots of shifts yet. Hopefully I'll remember how everything works at Subway. And hopefully the pay will be up more from when I last worked there.

 

Now I'm off to write another thrilling paragraph or two in my exciting essay on partnerships in nursing practice. Zzzzzzzzzz.

 

Love, light and peace,

 

Em xox

I got one of the the best compliments ever yesterday evening. One of Azarm's friends Pete (who seems to drop in whenever he feels like it) popped round and joined us for dinner (roast chook + veggies = YUM!). He seems to do this whenever he gets lonely. He usually ends up sleeping on our couch. I still get surprised when I wake up, wander into the lounge and find him spread out on the lounge, watching TV or reading the paper etc etc.

 

Anyway. Last night, he turned and said to me "Have you lost weight?" I said no, which is not a lie. I have not lost any weight. Then he said "I'm pretty sure you look slimmer. It's the first time I've seen your jawline."

 

Hooray for backwards compliments! I have a pronounced jaw (pronounced JOR). Har har.

 

So success seems closer than it was feeling yesterday. I have re-started the fitness programme as supplied by the Australian Defence Force (find it here) and am committing myself to it completely. Since it is Sunday, I get my day off (exercise-wise), but I still have to cycle to church and back this evening, which will be a good hour there, and probably about 45mins back (thanks to the hilly-ness of Newcastle). I'm also heading to Spotlight to buy some material for my new (second-hand) cane chair which needs to be rid of it's horrible red flowery cover.

 

Keep the inspirational comments coming and again, thanks to the messages and love : )

This morning I cycled about 10km's to a shopping centre (in Glendale, for those interested) to do the usual résumé dropping, and cycled back home. Then when I got home, I weighed myself (believing that I would at least a million kg's lighter) and discovered that I have lost no weight.

 

Boo hiss. I have been so good in my eating, and exercising every day, but still no weight-loss. Sorry to let you down, folks.

 

But on the up side, when I got to a hill that I usually get off and push at, I didn't have to! My legs were burning, but at least I made it up that hill. I've begun to push myself further every day. Yesterday evening, I cycled to the shops, bought a lettuce and cycled back in just over 1/2 an hour. I have cut about 20 minutes off this in about a month, so well done to me.

 

Although I'm disappointed about the weight-loss (or lack of) I am encouraged by my rising fitness levels. I've also begun doing sit-ups and push-ups again (which has had no affect so far) that will hopefully burn away my flabby arms and tummy.

 

So now it's off to get myself a delicious snack (something avocado-ey calls) and then get back to work on another thrilling uni assignment.