68.8

A week has gone by since I was so proud to be 69. The weekend was different and difficult for me. I got on the weighing scale Saterday morning and I was 68.3, but there were loads of festivals the same day to celebrate our freedom. Meaning there were going to be a lot of bands, a lot of opportunities to have a drink (beer mostly) and have lots of bad food. I ate so much that day, I felt ill that evening. I was at my boyfriends house on Sunday and the same problem occured. I ate so unbelievably much that I felt ill again that evening. Somehow I just don't seem to be able to keep myself to my strict diet during the weekends. Because there simply isn't any structure I can keep myself to as I do other things than during the week. So this morning when I got on the weighing scale I was happy I weighed 68.8. Yes I gained weight, but not as much as I expected myself to gain.

Yesterday I cycled to my parents house (8.4 km, takes me about 30 minutes to get there from where I have my work experience) to have diner at their place. I was planning on cycling back to my house after diner (11.8 km) but someone came with the idea to go to the cinema to go and see the Avengers. Absolutly great movie by the way. I laughed so hard. The Hulk is so funny. Anyway, we put my back in the back of the car and after the movie they dropped me off at home. So I didn't get to cycle back which was quite disapointing as I actually looked forward to it. I am also looking forward to going to the gym tonight! It is some kind of therapy for me. I'm not feeling very comfortable at home. So putting my mind on other things is good. Some people I live with are just very frustrating. One of my housemates was supposed to clean the bathroom last week, which she didn't. The housemate who was supposed to clean it the week before her had left that week meaning that the bathroom hasn't been cleaned for more than two weeks now. Disgusting! It smells, there are hairs everywhere. Normally I give it an extra cleaning sessions. But nowadays I just refuse to do it as my housemates seem to be incapable of keeping the house clean. I am not their housemaid and as long as they don't pay me a fair amount of money I'm not going to clean up after them. Disgusting rats.

It is one girl in particular. I have been living with her for a year and a half now, I never used to have problems with her tidying because she always did her tasks. She went to have a shower with her flipflops on, because she was scared to get infections or something. Whenever she goes to the toilet she puts toiletpaper on the seat first before she sits down. The house isn't actually that dirty because I keep it clean together with one or two other girls. But she went to Australia for a couple of months and after she got back she turned into an absolute pig. Leaving her stuff behind, leaving food cans and lits open, not doing her weekly task, leaving her 'boyfriend' to vomit all over the toilet seat and not cleaning it up so someone else has to do it. Eww she disgusts me so much it makes me angry. I've talked to her about it so many times, she just gets angry, I get angry because she's an idiot and doesn't understand why the house needs to be hygenic, and BOOM, we're in a fight.

Week?

It has been a while since I last wrote something. I have been having moodswings and a difficult time leaving bad food aside. On the other hand, I have been doing quite well from last tuesday onwards. It is friday today, okay that's not even a week but it motivated me to post something.

It was Queensday last weekend, so I had a couple of beers, had loads of sweets and cookies. When I got on the weighing scale tuesday morning I was 71 kg again. I was so ashamed. Especially because I got so far a couple of weeks ago. I'm not sure what the exact weight was but I think I weighed 68 or something. Now I was 71 again, more or less where I started! There were two reasons (I see them as bad excuses) for that: holidays and not being able to exercise due to not having enough time. I should be disciplining myself more, like walking to work experience again. I stopped doing that about two weeks ago. I fixed my bike and I think you will agree with me when I say that it is so tempting to stay in bed for 30 minutes longer when you can take a bike instead. Every night I go to bed telling myself you will and you are getting up at 07.45. But once my alarm clock goes off I keep on snoozing it 'till it's 08.15 and it's too late for me to go on foot.

I am forcing myself to go to the gym at least 2-3 times a week and I have been able to keep that promis to myself. I'm not able to go to the gym during the weekends so I have got 5 days left during weekdays. In which I see my friends on one day and the other I either need to babysit, I see my parents or I have got other compulsary things to do. I try to do things by bike as much as possible. Sometimes that means I am cycling 20 km in just one evening. For example when I am going to see my parents. I do eat healthy (except for the cravings every now and then when I finish a whole pack of cookies in half an hour). I eat two pieces of fruit every day. I eat enough vegetables. I pick out the healthier things, such as light or soya yoghurt instead of normal yoghurt. I don't drink any soda, when I do I drink tomatojuice, which is good for you. Things like that.

Anyway, I got on the weighing scale this morning. 69 kg. WIN!! I have started taking pictures of myself. So that I can make a short movie out of them. Showing others what I achieved once I get to the 65 kg. Or 62. Or 60, whatever my goal is going to be in the end. Secretively I would like to weigh 63 again. Yet anything under 65 is fine as well. We'll see. Also I have noticed that the 'before and after' pictures are very motivating for me. Just seeing what others have achieved. If they can do it why shouldn't it be working for me?! Right?!