Day 157 - Water

I spent last night catching up on paperwork, emails, and catching up on some reading. This is pure and utter bliss for me.

I sat on my verandah sipping some Turkish Apple Tea and watching The Devil Wears Prada on my laptop with the sound down. The scenery in that movie is simply breathtaking. The scenes in question were based in New York and Paris. I reminisced about my fabulous time in Paris back in 2000. I walked the streets of Paris with my daypack on my back, with not much money and not giving a shit. Just gorgeous. I should shuddup. Okay before I shuddup I have just got to say that as cliché as this sounds I have to say it, Paris just has to be the most breathtaking and romantic city I have ever been to. Ahhhhh Par-eeee. Okay, now I shuddup.

At about 7.00pm I actually started to get hungry. It felt rather odd hearing my tummy rumble. You know I had forgotten what that sounded and felt like. I searched my pantry and all I really had that wasn’t a biscuit or tinned tuna was porridge but that wasn’t doing it for me. So I drove to my parents and hugged my mum and told her I was hungry. She placed 3 fish fingers in the oven and said that when the timer goes off I turn this button to the off position and whamo bamo dinner is ready.

My parents left me and off they went to my Uncle Pete’s 80th birthday party. I think he is the eldest person I am related to. Trippy.

Today was another hot day so I gave Elvis a bath and I think I over drank water and now my guts hurt. Have any bandsters experienced this or am I truly weird? I was so thirsty today and I spent the majority of my day in my concrete garden (that’s kinda ironic) arranging and re-arranging my garden ornaments and furniture so I kept sipping on water.

My friend Leah was around and she picked up the heavy stuff and I think we were being a tad on the stupid side. Okay, I don’t think we were a tad on the stupid side, we were indeed on the stupid side and we were a bunch of hooligans, but hot darn we were funny bitches. I kept drinking water and then shaking my body to see whether we could hear water sloshing around and whether we could hear it drip from the top to bottom tummies. Readers may I suggest that you don’t try this at home because at one point I shook myself so much that water vomit came flying out. Hot fuck it was hilarious. I am crying form laughter as I sit here typing this.

Don’t email me or leave messages that I am disrespecting the band and I should take this seriously blah blah blah fuck off and don’t waste your time. Leah and I had fun and laughed so fucking hard that that is all that matters.

Well I can’t believe that the weekend has come and gone. And yes peeps its time to sit back and think about this past week. The main obstacle that came my way was that I came to the realization that I still have a very unhealthy relationship with the scales and my weight in general and I sadly don’t ever think I will be able to get over this issue. Even though the numbers on the scales are going down I still am uncomfortable with it all.

I came to the conclusion that I don’t need the scales to justify my weight loss and justify who I am as a person. Its not about the numbers on the scales its about how I feel, its about how my clothes are slowly falling off my frame, its about eating healthy, aiming to stick to an organic vegetarian diet as much as I possibly can, its about feeling good both physically and emotionally and finally, FINALLY get fit. The numbers on the scales mean jack shit to me.

Stay happy y’all,


Reney