As much as a gray-faced sengi

Yep. That's how much weight I have lost this last week. 700 grams. Which is apparantly how much this little fella weighs.

I am pleased with this effort as it's my first week back on track after being sick for a while. I have been feeling in a rut for while. How did I do it? Managed to stay pretty much within my points all week (hmm on review I was only over once, and it was only by two points - thats a first in a while). Got two  2kms and one 1.5kms swims in. Also bit the bullet and went for my first walk since joining WW. I haven't "gone for a walk" since November last year (when I started swimming at the Physio's suggestion). I might have overdone it a bit though. Walked for an hour, 6.37kms, with three sprints on the last leg. My hips, lower back fat and calves are killing now but I plan to go for another this week so hopefully my body will get used to it soon enough. The key - I was listening the Pride and Prejudice on Audiobook while I walked. The "Darcy Letter" chapters to be exact. Not only did it entertain me, Darcy's fiercely expressed explanations of his actions motivated me to walk longer and push harder... I also wanted to get to the bit where Lizzie begins to fall in love with him (Hopeless I am). Now I just need to upload my Glee songs.

So my total loss is now 11.2kgs. Finally past that 11kg mark. I have been hovering around 10kgs for weeks. Next goal is 15% of start weight which is 71kg. As I am big on visuals at the moments, here is my weight loss, graphically.

Now I am hungry.

 

MONDAY MONDAY

Better light here. You even got a little smile there :-)

The Stu's in action

Playing with my camera. Look how purdy they are funked up!!

Jacket - Supre, 7 Way Cardigan

Dress - Country Road

Top - Target

Tights - The abyss of my tights box

Shoes - Stuart Weitzman

Belt - David Jones (circa 2003)

Seymour and Stuart

Once upon a time there was a man name Seymour.

Seymour's life long dream was to make shoes. So in the late 50's, Seymour started a shoe factory in Haverhill, Massachusetts. He aptly named his shoe company "Seymour Shoes". Over the years his shoes would also become known as "Mr Seymour".

In 1942, Seymour had had a son whom he called Stuart.

(Note: Stuart did not look like this in 1942)

Now when he grew up, Stuart had dreams of working on Wall Street. However, when Stuart was in his 20's, dear old Seymour passed away, and Stuart (along with his older brother Warren (Warren?? Kinda kills the Romance. Sorry to any Warren's that are reading)) took over the business and made shoes.

And make shoes he did.

Like these:







And these are delicious too. A little 80's but look at that COLOUR.

And then there are these. These make me a little short of breath and make my heart go all a flutter (or was that the hour walk I just came back from?? YAY for exercise - weight in tomorrow night - will keep you posted) and make me teary that the fabulousness that is Seymour and Stuart is being tainted by greedy ebay sellers asking $200 starting prices for these babies.





And these.....

OH

MY

GOD




WOW.

I will just have to comfort myself with the thought that these beauties are on their way to me as you read.

And that I have these babies on my feet as I type.

MAKEOVER!!!!!

That is all

So I just came out

To my housemate that I have a Blog.

I haven't told anyone else I know. I was kinda embarrassed. Weird I know. I am still getting used to this whole, posting about my life on internet.

Today, I did not, do, wear, eat or think anything of note. So nothing to post about my life today.

PS. Open apology to best friend slash housemate for not telling you about my blog!!

Lunch

The people at work have an issue with the fact that I have this nearly everyday of late. I thinks it tastes great. It is also relatively healthy and easy. Please don't be alarmed if you notice little white flecks in my soup. It is just sour cream I have added. It may be six-day-past-the-use-by-but-I-am-going-to-have-it-anyway sour cream but nevertheless it is supposed to look like that.

This Morning

The alarm went off at 6.15am.

I hit the snooze and pulled the covers up closer and tighter.

The alarm went off, again. I hit snooze another bazillion times and finally opened my eyes about 7.40am. This what I saw.

I pulled my weary (25 year old in less than a month) body out of bed and stood up.

I just managed to save myself from tripping over my shoe collection that I have cleverly placed right next to my bed.

I walked over and looked out the window.

I then had an argument with my wadrobe. It may have been brought on by the fact that I have not done any washing or ironing for over two weeks.

Thank god its Friday.

Oops

I may have just spent up a storm on Coco Lee. Why did I forgot to unsubscribe from the sale notification email like all the other sale sites?? Oh well, now I have some pretties coming my way.

Anyway, maybe if I post it here it will make me more accountable???

.... maybe not.

So this is what I got.

Do you think the green cardi and dress will go together? I am not sure but I am hoping so.

What I am wearing today

What shoes am I wearing?



What shoes would I be wearing if I had not been lazy and actually gone to the shoe repair man on the weekend?



:-) Fi

Do you like my necklace in my last post?

If you excuse the horridious photo, the you can see how Fuckin'A it is.

Here are a few more phone photos but they really don't do it justice. I really need to "acquire" myself a camera.





Ok, I should probably take a side-note to explain the “Fuckin’A” thing. Have you read those Stephanie Plum books by Janet Evanovich? If you haven’t then you should. Lula, Stephanie Plum’s large, black, ex-hooker come filing clerk sidekick says this a lot. And after 13 or so books (okay there are now 15 as of yesterday - my reading has been a little lapse lately) it kinda sticks. Now Joe Morelli is a completely different story... You'll have to read the books and find out why.

In the past, the phrase has inspired me to write the following letter to Law Firms everywhere during the hell that is Articles Applications.

Dear Prospective Employer,

I am Fuckin’A.

You are Fuckin’A.

Let’s be Fuckin’A together.

Love
Fi

Ok, so maybe that was only in my dream sequence. Although, isn't that what all covering letters are like anyway, just a bit fluffier.

PS. Excuse me if the constant use of crude language. If it offends, feel free to tune out! I can't promise it won't occur in the future.

On the theme of books, is anyone like me and just discovered the joys of iTunes? I am usually very savvy but alas not about this due to crappo computer that burdened me for the last six years until fabbo new laptop was purchased last month. Well I have also discovered the joys of Audiobooks. I listen to them as I go to sleep at night to remind me of the of my childhood inability to sleep without background noise in our old creaky house and probably my parents fancy not to continue reading me to sleep at night after the age of about 7. Hm, was there is even a comma in there? I think not. Sorry to anyone who is reading this out loud. You now have permission to breathe or take a puff on your inhaler if necessary. Mine is purple and shaped like a UFO. I co-ordinated it with my outfit the other day. It was a great look. For the two seconds it took me to take my puffs and put it back in my bag. I don't think the trend is going to catch on. But then, you ever know.

Anywho (another thing I will say a lot, not sure why though so will spare you another lengthy ramble), said necklace was made by friend Heidi of Jet & Ruby. We created it together based on the Like a Prayer bracelet, which I loved but which I would be completely incapable of wearing without smashing into a thousand beautiful pieces. The pieces are all named after 80’s songs as Heidi (and her friend Sharon) are children of the 80’s. Hides even had an 80’s themed 30th birthday party. I rediscovered my crimper and discovered West Coast Coolers at said party. I was 15 so you can excuse me for both. Hides, if you are reading this, when did we both get so old?

The Take Me On necklace is another fave of mine. It has a real bird inside. It is sitting on a swing that moves back and forth. The door to the cage even opens. It is really good for a fiddler like me. Not sure the workmates agree though.

I hope to do some outfits posts soon, I just have to either get up earlier or not rip my day clothes off the second I get home (are not people who don't do this odd). Anyway, in anticipation of what is to come, here is some of my wadrobe....



See ya later crocodile
Fi