I am still struggling to get access to the internet so my blogging and blog reading has been minimal. Who would think it would take almost 3 weeks to have broadband put on? It's not until you move house and have to deal with phone and internet companies again that you remember how horrible they are to deal with...
My first full week at work was both exhausting and boring. I finally fell into a deep post-holiday funk that everyone kept saying I would get. I was fine when I first got back because I was swanning around being a lady of leisure, sleeping in, catching up with friends over bottles of wine and going for lovely walks around the park. Now that I am back at work I remember how miserable I am working 9 to 5 and that my life needs a bigger purpose than spreadsheets. Damn my lefty parents for instilling in me a complete lack of respect for authority and 'working for the man'.
Speaking of being a big lefty, this election, wow what a disappointment. I am consoling myself in the knowledge that if Tony Abbott gets power that at least Australians might become a little less apathetic about politics, but it will be too little, too late when they realise the massive mistake that has been made if that man gets power. OK, off my soapbox and back to the topic of this blog... weight loss (or weight gain as the case often is!).
Despite being down in the dumps, I have still been doing well with the weight loss over the past few weeks. Staying within the unintended theme of this post *being grumpy* I am sick and tired of this apple shaped body. I weighed myself this morning and I was at an all time low of 85.2 kilos (187 lbs), that is amazing to me and lower than I ever dreamed I could get to with this lap band. What I am pissed off about is that I am only just getting into size 20's and I have read about a hundred blogs where people that weigh more than me are wearing size 14's, 16's or 18's. I hate being apple shaped, it means that pants and tops are all too small around my belly and then too big in the legs, bum and shoulders.
I know I shouldn't compare myself to other people, but I can't help it. The dress that I am wearing in the last post is a size 20 and I only just got into it and I am only now just squeezing into my size 20's jeans from this post. Yes, it is great that these jeans finally fit me and I was thrilled that I could finally button them up, but I just thought that by now I would be able to wear 'normal' shop clothes. I went shopping yesterday and, for some crazy reason, I tortured myself by trying on some jeans and dresses from 'normal' shops and let me tell you, it was both a physically and emotionally painful experience!
Now I am going to spend the rest of my Sunday going for a nice long walk by the Maribyrnong River and then I'll make a big pot of red lentil and chorizo soup and try and stop being such a grumpy bitch.
My skinny jeans photos (excuse my pink slippers)...