I am alive and kicking ass.
Not because I surfed those ana-communities
This is weird. I took my measurements just now. I've been 80-70-100 for years, and now I'm all of a sudden 85-65-95. It's kinda funny how my measurements approach 90-60-90 at the same pace. Funny. I've lost some weight this autumn, and mom has gained some. She used to be slightly slimmer, so that her trousers were a little too tight for me. Now they are perfect for me and too tight for her. Free clothes! I guess I lost some because I haven't snapped for ages. I've had problems with binge eating since forever. Sometimes it was just a day or so when I ate until I felt sick. Sometimes I could wake up feeling sick from all the food I ate the day before, and immediately head off to the kitchen to eat more, for several days in a row. Thank Percy I never managed to get my gag reflex to cooperate, because then I'd have full-blown bulimia. As it was, I just binged; sometimes every week and sometimes I stayed clean for a couple of months. It was awfully disgusting when it was bad, feelingl sick and unable to stop. Last time it happened was just after Stangel left for Japan and I haven't really had any attacks since then. The weight loss is sweet, but not feeling disgused and completely out of control is even sweeter. Go team me!
At least this wasn't family blogging.
Before Stangel moved in, HJ warned him about that. But what am I supposed to write about, but our cooking habits? Yesterday, for instance, we tried to bake semla buns. You bake a bun and fill it with whipped cream and some kind of almond-and-sugar mix. They are fat as hell even if you bake them properly, but we accidentally doubled the amount of butter in the dough. Stanja are too proud to admit defeat, so we ate three each, and we still have 14 left. Call me if you want to get a piece of my fat buns.
AD should mean Anno Domini
Had a really nasty "good things happen to me!.. oh, no, wait, they don't" situation this weekend, but at least I had Stanghello by my side to comfort me this morning when I got the depressing phone call.
IGGYYYYH!
dj_fistfuck, remember when we were at J-popcon'04 and you kept saying that I and Stangel would make a good couple? And then we did? Anyway, if you prophetic skillz will work now as well, I will never ever again let you suggest anything about my personal life.
AAAAAH MOTHERLAND!
A little too often I get to say that I wish that the Russians for once could do something that I didnät have to feel ashamed about. Last time it was about this (Swedish). Me and Stangel talked about it recently. We balled names: Eisenstein, Tarkovsky, Mayakovsky, Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Pushkin, Tchaikovsky, but quiote soon we ran out of writers/composers/ballet dancers who could compansate for the Russians' incredible lack of smooth. Can't they do anything I can be proud of like, now and not 100 years ago?
This is weird. I took my measurements just now. I've been 80-70-100 for years, and now I'm all of a sudden 85-65-95. It's kinda funny how my measurements approach 90-60-90 at the same pace. Funny. I've lost some weight this autumn, and mom has gained some. She used to be slightly slimmer, so that her trousers were a little too tight for me. Now they are perfect for me and too tight for her. Free clothes! I guess I lost some because I haven't snapped for ages. I've had problems with binge eating since forever. Sometimes it was just a day or so when I ate until I felt sick. Sometimes I could wake up feeling sick from all the food I ate the day before, and immediately head off to the kitchen to eat more, for several days in a row. Thank Percy I never managed to get my gag reflex to cooperate, because then I'd have full-blown bulimia. As it was, I just binged; sometimes every week and sometimes I stayed clean for a couple of months. It was awfully disgusting when it was bad, feelingl sick and unable to stop. Last time it happened was just after Stangel left for Japan and I haven't really had any attacks since then. The weight loss is sweet, but not feeling disgused and completely out of control is even sweeter. Go team me!
At least this wasn't family blogging.
Before Stangel moved in, HJ warned him about that. But what am I supposed to write about, but our cooking habits? Yesterday, for instance, we tried to bake semla buns. You bake a bun and fill it with whipped cream and some kind of almond-and-sugar mix. They are fat as hell even if you bake them properly, but we accidentally doubled the amount of butter in the dough. Stanja are too proud to admit defeat, so we ate three each, and we still have 14 left. Call me if you want to get a piece of my fat buns.
AD should mean Anno Domini
Had a really nasty "good things happen to me!.. oh, no, wait, they don't" situation this weekend, but at least I had Stanghello by my side to comfort me this morning when I got the depressing phone call.
IGGYYYYH!
dj_fistfuck, remember when we were at J-popcon'04 and you kept saying that I and Stangel would make a good couple? And then we did? Anyway, if you prophetic skillz will work now as well, I will never ever again let you suggest anything about my personal life.
AAAAAH MOTHERLAND!
A little too often I get to say that I wish that the Russians for once could do something that I didnät have to feel ashamed about. Last time it was about this (Swedish). Me and Stangel talked about it recently. We balled names: Eisenstein, Tarkovsky, Mayakovsky, Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Pushkin, Tchaikovsky, but quiote soon we ran out of writers/composers/ballet dancers who could compansate for the Russians' incredible lack of smooth. Can't they do anything I can be proud of like, now and not 100 years ago?