Good, wtf, good, not so good
I walked from King's Cross to Kilburn via Regent's Park today, it was really nice. I went shopping in the marvellous army surplus store in Kilburn, and *bought stuff that fit me*. Yay! I shall be looking all butch and grr at Vagabonds this Saturday.
WTF? I bought a prickly pear for my contribution towards this week's slimmer of the week prize, and was thoroughly quizzed about my gender for most of the transaction.
Me: Just that thank you (handing him the prickly pear).
Male shop assistant: I like your hairstyle.
Me: Thanks.
Him: Are you a boy or a girl?
Me: Why?
Him: Tell me, are you a boy or a girl?
Me: I'm whatever you want me to be.
Him: You look like a boy but sound like a girl, what are you?
Me: *says nothing, leaves*
I found it amusing. He didn't have any power over me. He wasn't selling me something that I desperately wanted, and he had to keep by the till. I was in no physical danger (that I perceived). Man, why would someone over the age of 12 even ask that, unless they wanted to either have sex with me or do something medical to my reproductive system.
Partly I was a bit shy at asserting my maleness, but mostly I thought it was none of his f*cking business and I wasn't going to act as if I thought it *was* his business.
I lost half a pound this week. This may sound like a small amount, but the clothes I was wearing this week weighed about twice as much as the clothes I was wearing last week. (Last week I went straight from the gym, and was wearing lightweight shorts and a tshirt. This week I was wearing a long-sleaved tshirt and jeans.)
I had a pretty bad food day yesterday. I was all about the saturated fat. Mmmm, fat. I at these things:
2 large black coffees.
Sausage and egg McMuffin, hash brown*.
Salmon sandwiches.
Three pieces of fruit (I think).
Two slices of toast with marge and marmalade.
Tea with one sugar in it.
One small piece of baklava.
Beef canelloni (high fat), steamed broccoli and sugar snap peas.
2 pieces of cheesecake.
1 low-fat hot chocolate.
*I didn't intend to eat the hash brown. I asked for a b'fast without one, as it is cheaper to buy it as a b'fast than coffee and muffin, but they didn't pay attention and gave it to me. I didn't have to eat it, and I feel bad about eating something really fatty that I don't actually like.
WTF? I bought a prickly pear for my contribution towards this week's slimmer of the week prize, and was thoroughly quizzed about my gender for most of the transaction.
Me: Just that thank you (handing him the prickly pear).
Male shop assistant: I like your hairstyle.
Me: Thanks.
Him: Are you a boy or a girl?
Me: Why?
Him: Tell me, are you a boy or a girl?
Me: I'm whatever you want me to be.
Him: You look like a boy but sound like a girl, what are you?
Me: *says nothing, leaves*
I found it amusing. He didn't have any power over me. He wasn't selling me something that I desperately wanted, and he had to keep by the till. I was in no physical danger (that I perceived). Man, why would someone over the age of 12 even ask that, unless they wanted to either have sex with me or do something medical to my reproductive system.
Partly I was a bit shy at asserting my maleness, but mostly I thought it was none of his f*cking business and I wasn't going to act as if I thought it *was* his business.
I lost half a pound this week. This may sound like a small amount, but the clothes I was wearing this week weighed about twice as much as the clothes I was wearing last week. (Last week I went straight from the gym, and was wearing lightweight shorts and a tshirt. This week I was wearing a long-sleaved tshirt and jeans.)
I had a pretty bad food day yesterday. I was all about the saturated fat. Mmmm, fat. I at these things:
2 large black coffees.
Sausage and egg McMuffin, hash brown*.
Salmon sandwiches.
Three pieces of fruit (I think).
Two slices of toast with marge and marmalade.
Tea with one sugar in it.
One small piece of baklava.
Beef canelloni (high fat), steamed broccoli and sugar snap peas.
2 pieces of cheesecake.
1 low-fat hot chocolate.
*I didn't intend to eat the hash brown. I asked for a b'fast without one, as it is cheaper to buy it as a b'fast than coffee and muffin, but they didn't pay attention and gave it to me. I didn't have to eat it, and I feel bad about eating something really fatty that I don't actually like.