I'm blessed ... I stood in the 'able to laugh at myself' queue when choosing my character traits. If not, yesterday might not have been nearly as much fun.
Besides waking up by little hands of my nephew shaking me and letting me know that his twin nephew was scaring the cat. I battled to hear his cries over the shrieking of the parrot, who's clearly not thrilled that my oldest sister dropped off the new kitten (the cat called Mouse) and the boys for the entire weekend. My mother always adds to noise level in the bazaarest of ways because she's "shhhhhh'ing" everyone around me in the hopes that I won't wake up.
I don't mind being a light sleeper or the chaos around me. Actually, I love it all of a sudden. I've come such a long way since 'project me' started. I fought giving up my home and moving back to my mom to relieve the money issues. Now, I'm actually settled and can feel how well it's serving me to be surrounded by family and love. If I were living at home I'd have to be a workaholic ...
Chaos settled and the focus on blogging, eating super healthy to save up calories for my gathering with friends later and strategically trying to slot gym into my day ... I realised how much change has occured in the past four months.
I can't believe how much I'm enjoying counting calories! No, seriously. I'm so aware of the value of quantity and think I'm coming to realise just how much my body needs to fuel itself. At the back of my mind, I needed at least double the amount of food to sustain my body. Don't you love the power of the mind? It is so in control of my tummy!
I'm nervous about the weight loss though and won't settle myself until I get the blood tests back. A part of me is even more nervous because if all the tests are fine ... then I have to admit that I've purely been over indulging in food ... no matter how healthy I think it is! Hmmm ... is quantity key after all?
I'm so loving that super circuit ... there are seriously no words. Of course my mind battles to settle down while doing gym, even though I have the ipod in the ears. So, the whole time, I'm counting how many reps I've done and working out how many calories I think I'm burning. Yesterday, while huffing and puffing and very grateful that I was alone in the deserted ladie's section of the gym, I decided that I wasn't doing enough. Twenty five minutes needs to be pushed to over half an hour ... and then I could see a glitch in 'project me'. That is not goalless at all and I also can't justify the purpose. One day I will wake up and want to train for longer, but until then pushing is only going to be self sabotage on the fun!
Yay ... time to go shopping with Greggie and create one of my salad masterpieces for the friendly braai. I love making salads and am kinda known for my creative flair. Never mind the fact that we were running late because our precious friend lives in the middle of nowhere ... I mean, like so close to the airport that you can hear the planes take off and land. I've said it before ... if I can't see the big green triangle close to my house ... I'm way to far away from home.
While I'm thinking in need a passport to travel to the next suburb, I'm met by a 17 year Texan ... I have to say girl 'cause that's really so young! Gosh ... she's just a little girl. Yet, she's travelled all by herself and she's only visiting South Africa, but actually working in deepest, darkest Africa. Firstly, I felt old! Secondly ... I felt like I still had so much to do to make a difference in the world! That's low self esteem right there ... I had to sit quietly and remind myself that we all have our own life journey and that age does not make the man!
I mean ... really, Jodene! I have all these incredible plans for the Lifeology and am on a total mission about the social networking. I'm so excited that I had to battle to not talk work to Greggie on the long and winding trip to the middle of nowhere.
I have to learn not to be so hard on myself ... the children's website hasn't even been born yet and Step Aside is just a baby!
I know my personality ... I can get obsessed and want to rush the novel. Poor Ephineah ... I can't the fun out writing my first novel in a long line of best sellers 😉
Age gap hit me once again when it was all revealed and yet another cool chick of the evening announced that she was ten years younger than me. Ten years ... OMG!
That would be all good and well if she wasn't talking wedding plans. Hmmm ... the single life creeps up again. Even though us girls jabber jabbered like crazy and I could see Greggie twitching to leave while I thoroughly enjoyed all the girl talk ... I did have a constant hovering question!
Is my age just freaking me out when it comes to my choice about seeing Mr Big again? We have no intention for a relationship ... we both know that ... but is a part of me really stuck in that collective of freaking out that I'm not in a long lasting intimate relationship?