April 2008

Lace me in

April 6, 2008 · 2 comments

Had a disasterous afternoon shopping with Rish yesterday. Hating everything I tried on, hating sizings, hating that I can’t be a more common bra size, wishing I was just looking for shoes… but it has all motivated me today. So what, I couldn’t fit nicely into the size twelves I was trying on in dresses – I have a few cm to lose, I just need to work harder. Yes, I know a 14A is not the most easy to find bra size. There a two options there – stick with the Bonds bras that fit me well, while woring towards being a 12 again. I can do that.

I know I haven’t been the most motivated the past week or so – 4 days straight of PD is an “excuse” … but a pretty poor one. I didn’t have to eat the snacks and junk sitting on the table. I could have squeezed in an extra gym session if I’d gotten myself out of bed, but throwing in a few late nights, while I should have probably been asleep in my own bed, not that good for an early gym start.

But I went yesterday and pedalled on a bike. Not much of a sweat, given that I was all snotty with this stupid cold, it wasn’t too bad. And today I went back, jogged a little, and will hit the jogging properly again tomorrow. But I did well on the elliptical.

Different motivators? Being able to fit a sexy corset that fits me. Yes, there were some held back tears when I realised that the size 12 Pleasure State corset I was trying on was going to slowly kill me if I stayed in it. But I will get there, and there are a few events to aim for. :) I have a thing for hot lingerie, so want to be able to wear the pieces I want!

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So, as a child I had a terrible habbit of pulling the screen door behind me onto my heel, tearing up the skin something shocking. Resulting in tears, blood, and a good bathing in dettol before adding the band-aid.

So, today, leaving work (waaay too late I might add. I’m not used to finishing at 5:45 – I’m government – should be 4:51 dammit!) I have to ulock and relock the big black gate on my way out. So I pull in into my leg. Ouch, that hurt a bit I think as I walk up to my car in the wind. Get into the car, start driving, and take a peek at the heel at the Cotter Road lights. ewwww. Blood on my foot, my panda keds (at least they’re black and red already) and on my black jeans. Gah. I think it started to hurt more when I realised what I’d done to myself.

So, I have unbranded antiseptic, bandaids… and a bottle of wine, which looked so tempting as I wearily queued up at Coles.

I love that Dettol smell. Makes me want to call Mum.

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