P.L.U.R
A few things on ye old brain box today....
Firstly none of my jeans fit anymore and I am so fed up with my big fat self I could scream! I know I am not "fat" as such but for someone who has always been a size 6-8 suddenly being a 10 is a daunting time.
I am going to Bikram tonight and am signing up for membership. I plan to go at least 3 times a week and use that as my exercise since I hate gyms and love love LOVE Bikram and Bikram burns more calories anyway.
I have started on FatBlaster tablets today and can already feel them working. Barely got through 2 slices of toast for breakky today and ate half of a bowl of instant noodles for lunch and feel fabulously full! Big difference from my usual lunch of creamy pesto pasta....I think that would kill me on these.
I also plan to get on the gear now and then and yes go out and have a good old dance more and hopefully get back to being the size 6 I was when I was 18 and going out every weekend. I think I have an old photo from back then I should keep it up somewhere as my "thin-speration".
That said I have found my next outing and am more excited about this one than I was about HSD. It is on the 12th of March and its called P.L.U.R (90's rave term, PLUR stands for Peace, Love, Unity, Respect. Many ravers will often say to eachother "I plur you").
From what I can gather from the facebook page its more of an old school rave event, lots of colour, fluffers, phatties and neon neon NEON. This is the scene I miss, I mean HSD was fun but I was the only chick in phatties, most people were dressed in street clothes and hardly anyone actually shuffled. I have over a month till PLUR so Im going to concentrate on putting together a fabulous, colourful get up thatll really stand out.
Have also worked out our anniversary and found something that will be totally fabulous. As per Tims reccomendation am going to book us both dinner on the tram car restaurant that goes around the city. It's $137.00 pp but that includes a 5 course meal and all the alcohol you like for the duration of the ride. The tramcar stops and starts from near crown so this means after dinner we can venture into the casino for abit of a gamble or a final few drinks. Bren has said we will bribe someone to drop us off and we can cab it home. Sounds lovely to me, can't wait. Bren and I used to do stuff like this every weekend and I miss it.
It has dawned on me over the weekend/ week that I am becoming a nasty person. I am turning into my mother and it has to stop!
I always thought brendon was the selfish one at times but it has now dawned on me that the selfish one who isn't budging is me. I can't even explain why I want or need things a certain way anymore, I just know what I want and am not willing to compromise.
This is a bad behavioural aspect and I am making a conscious effort to stop as I don't want to become the bitter, selfish person my mother can sometimes be.
Other than that life is good....