Be a Mexican, Not a Mexican't!

Please be very, very careful when reading out that post title.

Three of my close friends have birthdays only a week apart, so naturally every year there is triple-the-fun shindig in their honour.

This year, the three amigos decided to (quite logically) choose the theme of the party to be Mexican.

Naturally, my first thought was this costume-

Buy one here. Seriously, live my dream and do it.

Billasaurus, however patient the man is, drew a line at the taco suit. I got it in my head that there was no point in going alone as a taco, because really, who ever just has one taco? Unfortunately he wasn't so keen, and considering ive forced him to dress as the worlds tallest Gremlin before, I figure I'm still ahead.

So instead I went as Frida Kahlo!

I appear to have missed a little something during my last plucking session

The real and magnificent Frida herself-

I love the vibrant colours she used in her self-portraits, and her style. I think its pretty badass too not to pluck your monobrow and 'stache too- why should women feel ashamed of something that is quite normal? What percentage of men actually give a fuck? Definitely not the majority.

That being said, I shall continue to wax and pluck but admire the hell out of people who don't give a fuck.

The night began with pre-drinks at my tiny little flat (single file only, standing room but plenty of booze) drinking simply put, the beverage of The Gods.

Let me share with you this complicated recipe. Don't worry about a pen, I think you'll be able to recall it.

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I'm not joking- it tastes like magic and unicorns! To be more specific, it tastes just like the clear gummi bears! Where has this been all of my life?!

My skills with eye pencil drawing monobrows must be my hidden talent, because all night men were whispering and giggling in my direction. It was quite disconcerting, because I forgot that this little gem was painted upon my face. To be honest most of the time I was thinking, 'GOSH I KNOW IM NOT A PRETTY GIRL, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO FLAT OUT LAUGH IN MY FACE!!!'

Der. They were looking at the giant fuzzy caterpillar perched atop my brow.

It was actually quite the conversation starter, and there was one gentleman (I use this term loosely) who was obsessed with stroking my monobrow even though there was no actual hair there, and offered for me to stay the night at his residence.

I got the impression he wasn't keen on my despite the brow, but BECAUSE of it. Different strokes for different folks, hey?

Chickpeas: They'll get you!

Oh dear.

Just a quick, TMI post (aren't they all around here?)

Lunch on 12WBT today was leftovers of last nights dinner- Spanish Chickpeas with Onion.

I ABSOLUTELY STINK.

I stink, but fortunately I haven't yet turned into a beaver. Maybe that's next.

Extreme gas warning. Feeling thankful that Billasaurus didn't stay over tonight.

Geez!

First weigh in tomorrow though, maybe I can blow away some of this weight, bahahaha.

12WBT: I'm doing it.

Well, I've gotten through day one of the 12WBT pretty well!

Fear not, I won't be updating you on every.single.thing that passes my lips during the next 12 weeks, because let's face it, noone but me gives one single shit.

Actually, even I would lose interest, and im the one doing it. Lol

Last night before I had officially started I was thinking about some possible hurdles for me. I think if I can identify things that are a challenge just maybe I can be prepared to get over them.

So for today, I am pretty pleased that I-

• Ate breakfast (I have known to be a shocking meal skipper.)
• Drank 2L of water (I haven't been drinking barely any!)
• Actually prepared and cooked an evening meal (We've covered before that living alone, I prescribed to the school of thought that said assembling some prosciutto, crackers and hommus was dinner.)

12WBT Banana Bruschetta from the nutrition plan

If you are unfamiliar with the 12WBT, the basis premise is that Michelle Bridges is your personal saviour for the next 12 weeks.  The program includes a full nutrition and exercise plan, and weekly viedos and tasks from MB herself.

The meals were pretty good today!

My favourite was the Fish & Spanish Chickpeas tonight. To be honest I was sceptical that this would be delicious and or filling, but MB delivered. The dinner was basically sauteed onion and garlic with a can of chickpeas, then some baby spinach, cumin and paprika with grilled fish and crumbled feta on top.

Colour me suprised MB, you've done it. I would happily eat that meal, whether I was watching calories or not.

Sadly, it's been a while since Ive actually cooked :S

Slowclap for Michelle Bridges please, everyone...

In non weight-loss news, I got a great bargain on the weekend. I few months ago at Myer I saw a great dinner set by Maxwell & Williams in their 'Putting On The Ritz' range. I so sorely needed one (I've got the most mis-matched plates going on) but being a broke uni student I put it off. Disappointed I didnt have the $149.95 spare, I soldiered on with the jolly assortment in my cupboard.

I happened to be a-wandering Myer on Saturday, and they had the very same set for only $43.95! You better believe I snapped that baby up.

It reminds me of the heavy ceramic one my Nanna used to have when I was a little tacker.

Gorgeous dahlias and random tiny white globe thingies I bought on the weekend

Thank-you everyone for your kind words and support on this little weight loss journey. 'Tis very, very appreciated.

Hopefully I can update you on some great progress soon!

Bring It On!

What does one do on the weekend before the Michelle Bridges Body Transformation starts?

I'd love to post that I weighed, measured, got myself organised and took it easy. Alas, that's really not my style.

Saturday night Billasaurus and I went to a world-famous in Geelong Bavarian theme restaurant, The Rheingold. It has stayed the same Im sure for the last 30 years- the same pig on the spit that gets paraded around to accordian music and shouts of ZIGGA ZAGGA ZIGGA ZAGGA HEY HEY HEY!!

Source: The Rheingold

The main drawcard of course is that for $70, there is unlimited roast dinner (and generous servings of crackling!) and unlimited beer/wine.

We had a great night dancing to cheesy pop tunes with friends, and I can now say my life is complete having heard 'Gangnam Style' sung by a German guy on an electric keyboard.

Source: Gizmodo

Have just downloaded the menu and exercise plan for Week 1 of the 12WBT. The food doesn't look too bad! I can do this.

The exercise though, hooly dooly. I am currently COMPLETELY inactive, so to go to 6 days a week full on exercising will be a big jump! I have decided that sticking to the diet is my main priority, as I know I have lost significant amounts of weight in the past by making diet changes.

The plan hopefully is that once im feeling confident about my new diet, and have gotten used to the meal planning, weighing and measuring and preparation, I will then up the ante on my exercise.

Is anyone else on the 12WBT, or making a concerted effort to lose weight?

From Death Fat, to Less Fat?

No pleading apologies about IM SORRRYYYY IVE BEEN SO BUSY READERS, PLEASE FORGGIIIVVVVEEE MEEE because really- I'm sure I will at some point do this again, and also noones lives were adversely affected by my extreme delay in posting.

Except for mine. Missed having a little place to communicate, and having a (admittedly modest) cheer squad.

I've still been reading your blogs- oh I'm creepy like that. I turned lurker. I drew the line at anonymous comments though if it's of any comfort to you.

SO.

I'm fat. We've covered this. Death level fat. (My doctor says morbidly obese, but I have always been dramatic.)

I've been less fat in my life, and I think I was happier that way. So, I'm going to try and be less-fat again.

Enter: Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation.

Ive heard alot of malarky about this thing. I like that I can follow online, and that she spells out every morsel that should be passing my lips. I am not perfect- I don't know if I can do this. But- I do know that I owe it to myself to not give up before I begin.

And so, readers- if I have any left that is- would you be interesting in coming along on a journey through space and time (Wait- I think thats The Mighty Boosh.)

Don't want to blog about it if people aren't interested. Weight loss talk can get monotonous, and eye stab inducing.


Would you be interested in coming along on my journey from Death Fat to Less Fat?

Op! Op! Op!

I love a good fad or a trend, especially when it comes with a catchy tune.

Heres a little blast from the past- remember the Crazy Frog? No- how about Hamster Dance? As annoying as they were/are they serve as little time capsules- I still remember where I was when I heard that ridiculous Ketchup Song.

 I was incredulous...and then slowly and obediently raised my hands and shimmied whilst singing along in broken and garbled Spanish (a language which to this day I do not speak.)

I said a HEY HA...something something arother BOOGIE BOOGIE SOMETHING A BEAT.

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And so if you are one of the 180 odd million people that have viewed this already, please let's embrace it together. And if you have not...well you're welcome.

I present to you, the enthusiastic Korean rapper, Psy.

 

Even Britney wants to get on board.... and from the man himself comes the best quote ever, and my new personal motto-

"Dress classy, dance cheesy."

If only I could get OP OP OP! or Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyy Sexxyyy Ladiieeeessssss out of my head.

In My Absence

Holy guacamole, I've been busy.

What have I been doing?

I moved house. I am now the proud tenant of a very tiny bedsit, which despite it turning out to have many flaws (of which we shall explore in further posts), is all mine.

What you see below is my spacious, open plan kitchen. And when I say spacious, you know I really mean it literally has no cupboards or a pantry.

(These pics are how the place was the day I moved in. I've since changed things around a bit.)

*My orange benchtop brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like...Wtf is that?*

I can't help but feel that when the last tenant left the cow door stopper she was quietly glad to be rid of the creepy little thing

I may have mentioned previously, the last tenant was kind enough to leave the flat fully furnished. I took over responsibility of the furniture and thank goodness I could get rid of some of it, because alot was broken. Drawers without casters, a smashed glass door in the buffet, no biggie. Especially since I didnt have to pay a cent for it. But there were some real doozies.

The sight you are beholding in the second pic is of my sweeping, airy loungeroom. I say airy, because its not really sealed. I put on a candle the other day and the wind blew it out from outside.

That's my little flat! Tiny, tiny, tiny.

I have an outdoor toilet. You read correctly.

Calm down, it's not one of those drop pits you may have witnessed on long bushwalks or Scout camps.

But it does have a ridiculously cold concrete floor, and sometimes in the mornings I roll around in bed trying to ignore my screaming bladder because its so cold, and I look furtively around the room at all vessels big enough to hold my pee before finally deciding that is disgusting, giving up and doing that weird GOTTA PEE hobble/hop to the bathroom.

I'm classy like that.

Also, my place came free with a hideous shower curtain.

Living solo is a new challenge. Turns out, cooking for one is a whole lot of effort. You know whats easier? Eating hommus and cheese at 9pm in your undies watching Gossip Girl. Uh.... not that I would know what that's like. I was purely speculating.

Also, in a case of last person EVER to jump on the bandwagon, I have started watching Gossip Girl. Oh no, not at the most recent season with all of you with foxtel, but I have been renting the seasons from my local Ye Olde Video Ezy. How reminiscent, how hipster.

The reason for this is that the antenna at my abode is..atrocious. Not quite sure that the issue is there, but I can only get reception for Channel 28. I am exceptionally up to date on Russian news, despite my lack of comprehension on what the dickens its all about. I've also seen enough world movies (aka thinly veiled dirty flicks) to last me a while.

So Gossip Girl Season 1 & 2 and Greys Anatomy Season 1 & 2 have become my new friends. Even so much so that I watch episodes late into the night and wake up thinking, 'Is there enough time to watch GG whilst I eat my breakfast?!'

A problem, I haz one.

But Chuck and Blair! She said I love you! He didnt! He left her stranded in Europe! She started dating a Lord! He FINALLY said it back!

Don't you dare tell me what's happening in the most recent series-I have been so close to peeking at IMDB so many times for future Chuck/Blair shenanigans, but so far have resisted.

Shall keep you updated on the happenings in my crazy little flat.