Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Exercise is a dirty word. Every time I hear it, I wash my mouth out with chocolate
Ok, this deserves an entire post on its own...
I am FED UP with diet and exercise talk. I went to lunch with a bunch of girl friends who spent the entire meal gabbing on about how many kilos they've lost and the number of classes a the gym they attend. I was just about to take a huge bite out of my burger 'with the lot' when they all look at me and I realise they're waiting for me to tell them how I keep the weight off. Putting my burger down and wiping the mustard off my chin, I shrugged, then reached across the table to snag a handful of my friends fries. "I just don't think about it." Looks were exchanged between the other girls and I knew exactly what they were thinking. But why should I feel bad?? Huh?
Now, considering I do NO exercise and eat whatever I like, I am pretty lucky. I'm tall and slim and have never been overweight. Do I feel sorry for the people who have to exercise and diet all the time? Yep. Does it compel me to do the same? Nope. Does it make me want to just be fat and struggle with my weight just so the others stop saying "it's ok for you - you're skinny"? Yeah, sometimes...
But, I'm LAY-ZEE. Trust me when I say that I was given good genes because whoever invented me knew I'd be too lazy for the upkeep on a body that needed work. And I don't have a perfect body. I need to tone my arms and I'd love to get a bit more strength in my upper body, but I don't obsess. Life is too short to be sweaty.
I am in no way in love with myself (although re-reading this post, it sounds like it), but I am in love with my body as all women should be. And as Ellen DeGeneres said "I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon."
Mmmmm, cinnamon buns...
I am FED UP with diet and exercise talk. I went to lunch with a bunch of girl friends who spent the entire meal gabbing on about how many kilos they've lost and the number of classes a the gym they attend. I was just about to take a huge bite out of my burger 'with the lot' when they all look at me and I realise they're waiting for me to tell them how I keep the weight off. Putting my burger down and wiping the mustard off my chin, I shrugged, then reached across the table to snag a handful of my friends fries. "I just don't think about it." Looks were exchanged between the other girls and I knew exactly what they were thinking. But why should I feel bad?? Huh?
Now, considering I do NO exercise and eat whatever I like, I am pretty lucky. I'm tall and slim and have never been overweight. Do I feel sorry for the people who have to exercise and diet all the time? Yep. Does it compel me to do the same? Nope. Does it make me want to just be fat and struggle with my weight just so the others stop saying "it's ok for you - you're skinny"? Yeah, sometimes...
But, I'm LAY-ZEE. Trust me when I say that I was given good genes because whoever invented me knew I'd be too lazy for the upkeep on a body that needed work. And I don't have a perfect body. I need to tone my arms and I'd love to get a bit more strength in my upper body, but I don't obsess. Life is too short to be sweaty.
I am in no way in love with myself (although re-reading this post, it sounds like it), but I am in love with my body as all women should be. And as Ellen DeGeneres said "I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon."
Mmmmm, cinnamon buns...
It's been a while...
Let's do point form:
- Have been ultra busy at work lately - going for a few promotions so have to suck up, not take any sickies and make sure my work is perfect. It won't mean any more money, but it will break up the severe monotony of my day.
- My Nanna died.
- We went to a sushi train in the city for dinner tonight. There was an annoying girl there speaking at the top of her lungs "teaching" her friends how to eat sushi. It was incredibly patronising to both the guy serving them and her friends. I hate people like that.
- We ARE going o/s, but I'm leaving it up to fate as to when we go. I've applied for time off work, but if I don't have my leave granted for that time, we'll go 6 months later. Either way has pros and cons: ie winter = snowboarding and summer = beach.
- I bought a $300 hair straightener. Idiot.
- I've just about had it with our room mate, who coincidentally is my best friend. It's getting so hard to live with her. If it's not her being dirty and leaving crap around, it's her boyfriend who is over ALL THE TIME. She's given him his own key and he eats, sleeps, showers and studies here. Our place is way too small for 4 people. For more information see this post.
- I have a huge crush on the lead singer of The Killers. I had a romantic dream about him the other night. It was very nice.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
There's a scene in Garden State where Zach Braff's character "Large" is sitting on a sofa at a party, with a smile half-plastered on his face, almost like he's not sure how he feels and is trying to look how he's expected to given the situation. His eyes are sad and his mouth forces a smile.
I feel like this sometimes.
On the road again...
When I agreed to come on this road trip with my parents to see my terminally ill grandmother, I don’t think I knew exactly what I was in for. We’re on the return trip now and after 10 hours of talk-back radio and 3 wee stops an hour, I’ll be more than ready to get out of this car. I’m attempting to drown out the radio by cranking my iPod really loud, but all that does is distort the music through my cheap service station replacement earphones because I was stupid enough to leave my good ones at home. Every half an hour or so my mother says, “Little A, do you remember stopping there for a wee last time? Remember?” It’s like ‘Around the world in 80 wees’ and we still have at least 9 hours to go.
It’s not all been bad. I did get to say my goodbyes to my Nanna who they don’t think will last for more than a week or two. It’s so sad, but she has told us she is ready to go. Her body is too strong just yet and she’s endured weeks and weeks of palliative care, which isn’t so bad in itself, but everyone, including her, knows that it’s just a means to an end. I think the next time I make the trip back, it will be for her funeral and I’ll be relieved because she’s in so much discomfort.
I’ve been pleasantly surprised about Victoria, as I am each time I visit. It’s a very pretty state, which has an Olde Timey feel about it that I’m not used to on the coast of NSW. The tree-lined streets bare a filtered light that make me think of a thousand movies that I have seen. Every time I return I feel like I'm stepping back in time, the victorian style houses that are covered in creeping vines, the fountains and stone statues and my Grandpa. He's a grumpy old man that is so visibly hurting that my Nanna is dying, but tries to cover it by busying himself with zipping about after everyone.
We'll be pulling up to McDonald's soon, so I'll upload this then. In the meantime, think happy thoughts for my Nanna - she's a lovely lady.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Nothing cures insomnia like the realization that it's time to get up
I've been sleeping really badly lately. The go-to-bed-and-just-lie-there-for-hours type of badly. The most frustrating thing about it is I'm dog-tired and ALL I want to do is sleep. So I took today off work with a "headache" and am spending the day in bed.
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I had one of my best friends from uni come to visit on the weekend. As we lay on the beach, taking in the sun, he turned to the group and said: "We have a pretty good life, well, it could be worse anyway..."
Hell yeah it could be worse! I have to keep reminding myself and reminding myself that I'm pretty damn lucky to have clothes, money, a home, a loving family yadda yadda.
So why do I feel like something is missing?
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I feel like my blog is very uninteresting and it isn't what I envisioned when I created it. It's become more of a whinging forum for me. And I vow to change it. I like that people read what I have to say and I think that I owe it to my readers (the one or two of them) to become a bit more interesting... so watch this space...
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I had one of my best friends from uni come to visit on the weekend. As we lay on the beach, taking in the sun, he turned to the group and said: "We have a pretty good life, well, it could be worse anyway..."
Hell yeah it could be worse! I have to keep reminding myself and reminding myself that I'm pretty damn lucky to have clothes, money, a home, a loving family yadda yadda.
So why do I feel like something is missing?
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I feel like my blog is very uninteresting and it isn't what I envisioned when I created it. It's become more of a whinging forum for me. And I vow to change it. I like that people read what I have to say and I think that I owe it to my readers (the one or two of them) to become a bit more interesting... so watch this space...
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