Today I had my weigh in and I have lost another 3 pounds. I now have 23 off me and 5 pounds away from 2 stone. Proof in the pudding that juice is worth the constant squeezing. This week has flown by since I've started this admin job, which I was hoping for. It means the next 7 will hopefully follow suit. I walk home from work everyday which I think is helping the diet. I knew myself this week I hadn't been drinking enough water, with being so busy with things it's hard to keep reminding yourself to have so much. But it left me feeling a bit dehydrated so I really need to be strict on myself, either that or i'm gonna stick some sequences on a drip, dress it up and wear the thing around with me. It's just not good enough not having enough water, I caught myself on from Friday and I feel better for it. It's really put me off lemonade and other fizzy drinks seeing how good water can leave your body and skin feeling. I feel like a walking Olay advertisement when I've had my daily amount, surely thats an incentive! This week I had a really unsettled stomach and it felt quite painful or maybe just uncomfortable. Dearsy (you remember my guru, the fabulous inspiration) had told me about this so I wasn't over thinking it when I experienced it. I talked to the pharmacist, (whose name I finally found out, Gita) and she recommended me buying a fibre solution which you put in some of your drinks which help. All this nutrients/fibre/proteins intakes/outtakes/what you need/what you don't etc is a foreign language to me, but my Gita babes is my translator and I'm so glad I have her. She dumbs it all down for me and while I'm thinking Beyonce town she's steering me towards healthy body town. Which is a steer in the right direction in maintaining a healthier lifestyle. I hope I don't get too emotionally attached to her! Rolling up when the diet is finished just to see how she is etc.
The admin job is flying in because i'm really enjoying it. I bring my shakes and blender everyday and none of the staff blink an eyelid. I'm learning so much which is all you want from voluntary work. The supervisors are really conscious of me getting the best from the experience so they'll often touch base with me to see if there is anything else I would like to learn. They treat me with a lot of respect and I already feel really myself there. One of them contacted her sister who worked in TV to get some advice for me and took my CV and corrected some things that employers look out for. I really feel like doing this runner/voluntarys job the past few months ties really in working with the diet. It all feels like I'm working and grafting towards my career and my health. With the healthier lifestyle and weight will come more confidence, and with the more experience i'm getting it is all going towards a better me. *Que empowering music*
If ever there was a reminding of what I'm doing is gonna be worth it. It was yesterday. My GBF (gay best friend, he's fierce and fabulous) got us tickets to sit in the audience of "The Voice". As if breathing the same air as Sir Tom Jones wasn't enough, who presented the show? Only my figure idol Holly Freaking Willoughby! She is everything I want in a figure. She is curvilious, slim stomach and still managed to keep her Mary-Kate and Ashleys (her chest). She is a wholeeee lotta woman! As I stress all the time, I am not aiming to be skinny, I LOVE curves! I was born with them, I embrace them. You work with what you got and she was w.o.r.k-ing it! It was a beautiful reminder of the benefits of working hard to get the figure you want. She was captain sass and wore the perfect dress to show it off. It's all about dressing to what suits you, i'll need help with this when I've reached my goal. I'm sure some of my sista's will help me out with this! I long for the day when I'm standing in Topshop crying in the changing room because a dress fits, where some of my gal's will be outside slow clapping. Dream big people, dream big!
This week the frickin' snow is back. I think Mr Weatherman read my last blog bragging about Spring being around the corner and snowed all over my picnic. I just can't seem to heat up. I'm never usually such a crier about heating, but I just feel cold all the time. I thought this might be because I'm having no hot food. My mum was saying it is probably with losing the weight I have. It's a small price to pay. But if I'm losing 23 pounds, I suppose I'll just stick to the hot water bottle!
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