Well its 07:46am on Friday morning and its pretty nice outside my living room window. I can see the hills and mountains in the distance and the sky..., well its up there alright. Going to be a quiet day today, have to work later on this evening for a little while but that's always fun on a Friday.
I haven't really been up to much these last few months.
I have been working hard to lose weight (again). I still find it sorta comical that for almost 18 months my job was to help people lose weight and now, i cant seem to keep it off myself. But I am doing quite well, i'm pretty pleased with my progress.
My boyfriend and I went to a wedding a few weeks back and I had told myself I didn't want to wear some massive sack dress and not be in any pictures. I actually wanted to enjoy the day, feel good and look sexy. So i dug my fucking heels in and coped the fuck on and i lost over 20 lbs in about 8 weeks.
High fives all around.
I weigh in on Wednesday nights, so i have just been two days ago and i lost 2 lbs. So, taking into consideration the poundage put on over the weekend away (its amazing what a buffet breakfast will do to your diet), i currently have 22lbs off.
I am hoping to be at my target weight by late October for my holiday so i don't have to suffer the awful shame of not being able to get the belt fastened on the plane. Fuck you Ryanair, you make me feel bad. Cunt!!
I won't apologise for cursing just so ya know...i curse like a sailor who just stepped on a piece of lego that is on fire. So theres that....fuck balls McGee. Also, i get more odd the more tired i am so lets just say right now, pretty fucking ood.
Anyhoozle, thanks for stopping by
Nova
x
Friday, May 20, 2016
Friday, January 15, 2016
Seriously...Again...Really!!
I feel like sometimes i never should have unpacked after the first time.
I have just moved house again for the 3rd time in the last 4 years.
But i do honestly think (and hope) that this is it for me, for many many years. No more fucking moving. Ever. Well, not without paying someone else to do it for me. The idea of moving house again within the next 10 years makes me feel physically ill
My little family unit has just moved into out first real family home. A house that is truly ours. A place we can put our own stamp on and call our home.
We can hang things and paint the walls. We can change the curtains and pick what flooring goes in. We got to choose what kind of furniture we wanted (and only what we needed also) and we can do what we like with each room. Its really freeing.
Of course, at the moment, im not thinking about doing anything with the house. We had to be moved in 6 days before Christmas which was stressful as hell especially when the house we moved into didnt have floors or a kitchen when we got the keys 3 weeks prior to that. Yeah, we had 3 weeks to move in.
Crazy times, but we managed. Somehow.
I have a new admiration for professional cleaners. I mean, between leaving the old house and moving into the new house and the mess caused by putting in floors and carpet and what not, it was a butt load of cleaning.
But it was all worth it.
Its hard to believe we have been here in our new home almost a month now.
For such a young family ( both my boyfriend and I are 25 and our son is 5) we have moved a lot.
My boyfriend has lived in 11 different places since he was born, i have lived in 9 and my son has lived in 4 different places and moved 3 times.
But I'm glad we have this stability now.
Right now, outside the ground is covered in a thin layer of snow and its supposed to snow more as the night wears on. Its been a weird day for me.
I don't know what prompted me to write here again but it just sort of flows sometimes.
Today was a black day for the world
RIP Alan Rickman
A true gentleman if ever there was one.
Nova
xx
I have just moved house again for the 3rd time in the last 4 years.
But i do honestly think (and hope) that this is it for me, for many many years. No more fucking moving. Ever. Well, not without paying someone else to do it for me. The idea of moving house again within the next 10 years makes me feel physically ill
My little family unit has just moved into out first real family home. A house that is truly ours. A place we can put our own stamp on and call our home.
We can hang things and paint the walls. We can change the curtains and pick what flooring goes in. We got to choose what kind of furniture we wanted (and only what we needed also) and we can do what we like with each room. Its really freeing.
Of course, at the moment, im not thinking about doing anything with the house. We had to be moved in 6 days before Christmas which was stressful as hell especially when the house we moved into didnt have floors or a kitchen when we got the keys 3 weeks prior to that. Yeah, we had 3 weeks to move in.
Crazy times, but we managed. Somehow.
I have a new admiration for professional cleaners. I mean, between leaving the old house and moving into the new house and the mess caused by putting in floors and carpet and what not, it was a butt load of cleaning.
But it was all worth it.
Its hard to believe we have been here in our new home almost a month now.
For such a young family ( both my boyfriend and I are 25 and our son is 5) we have moved a lot.
My boyfriend has lived in 11 different places since he was born, i have lived in 9 and my son has lived in 4 different places and moved 3 times.
But I'm glad we have this stability now.
Right now, outside the ground is covered in a thin layer of snow and its supposed to snow more as the night wears on. Its been a weird day for me.
I don't know what prompted me to write here again but it just sort of flows sometimes.
Today was a black day for the world
RIP Alan Rickman
A true gentleman if ever there was one.
Nova
xx
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