Every year I say I’m going to write more and every year I do not. We’ll try this again. Since I rarely wrote in 2010, I’m giving you all an update.
Around the last week of March 2010, I noticed that my clothes were fitting more loosely. This coincided with my mother going into the hospital for another slew of bullshit that I don’t want to deal with at her age. I decided that, since I was losing weight for one reason or another without trying, I should actually start making an effort and see what happens. I started on March 31st, because I’m strange like that. Since that date I’ve joined a gym and have lost 70 lbs (and around 100 lbs since Dec-Jan or whenever I weighed myself last before I started paying attention). In November, I started training for a 5K in February. If i’m still writing in Feb, I’ll update. Probably, it’ll be next January before I mention it on here again. I actually enjoy going to the gym go about 5 days a week-sometimes more, sometimes less. I’m going to go over there after I hit publish.
I hit, what I thought would be, my goal weight on Christmas Eve. It’s funny when you’re fat and you have a number in mind at what weight you would be thin and fit. I’m not there yet, but I don’t have a goal weight anymore, especially since I’m doing a lot of strength training. Strength training stops you from being a fat, thin person (a thin person with a lot of body fat) but you do weigh more so numbers are stupid. Most importantly though, I’ll be turning 30 in 6 weeks, and be in pretty good knick.
Hilariously enough, 2010 also is the year when I started baking a metric ass tonne of stuff. I don’t really eat what I bake, instead taking it to the bar or giving it to neighbors/boyfriend, but I really enjoy baking. I also cook a lot more than I did.
Other things I’ve done:
In May, I met a guy. If you’re on my
facebook or
twitter you know this. He’s fantastic and he’s still putting up with my bullshit. He’s also ridiculously good looking, so there
Also, in May, I got a tattoo. The Red Rose of Lancashire on my right shoulder to commemorate time served in the north of England. When I have enough money I’m going to get a peace lily (the official flower of Philadelphia) on my other shoulder. Guess what? The cliche about tattoos being addictive is true, luckily I’m broke and still looking for a real job.
In May, I stopped drinking.
In September, I stopped stopping drinking (But really I only have a beer once or twice a month).
On New Year’s Eve I discovered that at my current weight and since I don’t really drink much any longer, I am such a fucking lightweight and can no longer party.
Most importantly, Man City ended 2010 top of the table (well 2nd on goal difference).