tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38223945252908411132024-03-18T20:29:24.495-07:00Perfect ImperfectionSmallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-47162181503095432512011-10-11T17:13:00.000-07:002011-10-11T17:13:29.076-07:00Been awhileI only feel worthy enough coming on here as i just did over an hour and a half of work out DVD's. Zumba (my fave) and i tried the Ministry of Sound "Pump It Up" workout DVD's. They were alright, but it was really just full of sexy girls in g-strings flipping there hair around and pelvic thrusts (which you can't do when you're 24 weeks pregnant lmao). So i just did what i could do and i feel FANTASTIC!<br />
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I was really bummed this morning as my mother-in-law promised to take me to aqua-aerobics this morning, i got dressed and was ready and everything, and she rung me and told me she couldn't do it. WAS SO ANNOYED. I hate getting dressed up and then feeling like a fool when you have to change. I made the most of it and did the workout vids instead, which i am VERY glad i did.<br />
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My eating is more under control lately, i barely eat anything until dinner. BUT i have like an ice cream before bed (ahhh it's so hard not to give in), but at least i'm not eating anywhere near what i WAS eating.<br />
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I don't know my weight still, i've gained heaps i think. I can see my thighs touch again, it's so.. soul-crushing.Smallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-3004937506680716552011-09-22T03:47:00.000-07:002011-09-22T03:47:15.009-07:00Tempted.I'm so tempted to just.. cut. I'm feeling this overwhelming frustration, and anger. I don't know if it's my pregnancy hormones but i've felt so... off all day. When my partner and I are out, I never feel intimidated by other pretty girls. But i saw this really tiny possibly 45/47kg girl, she was gothic looking and tall. She had big wedges on, with a leopard print dress that clung to her tiny frame.<br />
My confidence dropped completely when I saw her.<br />
I thought my partner checked her out, and i mentioned it to him when we left. He told me i was stupid, she didn't see him and I was the only one for him.<br />
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Now i'm looking at pictures of pretty gothic clothing (with tiny, beautiful girls) and have just depressed myself.<br />
Urgh.Smallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-42501838431822909272011-09-14T23:14:00.000-07:002011-09-15T00:14:31.643-07:0021.2<div>I had my sexual abuse/eating disorder counselling session today.</div><div>I talk about my eating and body issues, but there is no way i want to recover, especially now. I need the control for when i give birth and need to lose the weight again. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I've had a problem for awhile now, where i can't watch movies or series with higher level sex scenes in them (which is almost everything) Like, californication, NipTuck, Hung, True Blood etc. Even when the series/movies aren't about sex and just ahve strong sex scenes, i seriously have a panic attack. I feel repulsed, dirty, ashamed, anxious, sick etc. I just want to cry and leave the room. It only happens when I watch things with my boyfriend (who is no way perverted or even..interested in watching them at all). </div><div>My psychologist helped me realise why it's been happening and broke everything down with me.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My dad (in a way) sexually abused me, or abused our father -daughter relationship. He used to watch porn infront of me, and make these awful.. comments about women and what he'd want to do to them whenever something sexual would be on.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Because in a freudian way, i associate some things about my boyfriend - like my dad. (He provides for me, supports me, is there for me etc) I bring back the trauma and memories of when that used to happen, when my boyfriend and i watch movies with sex in them. </div><div><br />
</div><div>It's such a relief to finally figure it out, i seriously felt guilty and thought it was something to do with my boyfriend, and i hated thinking that.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Anyway, just thought i'd share my retarded thought processes with you.</div><div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Also, i found out i'm having a baby girl !xx</span></div>Smallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-79872851139193847372011-09-14T23:12:00.000-07:002011-09-14T23:12:55.986-07:0021So, as sick as I am I found a pregnancy weight calculator (harhar) which tells you how much weight you are supposed to gain week by week. It shows an an average, overaverage and underaverage. Since I'm a teen i'm supposed to gain more (don't understand why). Anyway, i'm secretly over the moon as i think i'm about 56-57kg (still disgusting) and i should really be 59-61kg. <div>It's so disturbing how it makes me feel, so, joyous and proud, like i'm achieving something. On a few pregnancy forums i'm on everyones complaining "Oh shit i've already gained 12 kgs" or 'whoopsies, i've gained more then I should by the time i'm at the end of the pregnancy." </div><div>It feels like a competition. </div><div>I'm winning.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So far today i've eaten a FATTY mcfat - Spicy Chicken Wrap from Hungry Jacks - a whopping 472 calories. It's almost dinner time, and i'm eating salad, so :D Low calories for meee. Unless i give into cravings (so uncontrollable), then i'll just binge and mope in sadness.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Lately things in my life have been.. out of my control. The feeling of being powerless and not in control really triggers me to s/h. I'm way past that, but sometimes i am tempted to just.. bleed out the pain. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Anyway, will post about that another time.</div><div>xx</div><div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I haven't gained anymore so far, THANK GOD. </span><br />
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From now on, if i must gain weight, i want it to be necessary weight, not from fat, just from the baby (and the other pregnancy things), not just from me being a gigantic greedy pig.<br />
Addicted to green Granny Smith apples at the moment. They are so delicious!Smallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-54379069541068852712011-08-21T22:18:00.000-07:002011-08-21T22:18:57.657-07:00Gardening!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I used to hate it, now I find there is something serene about being in the garden in the sun, also great way to burn calories! I look completely stupid though, i wear a sombrero as my skin is so so white, I burn very easily, however, i still think i manged to burn today though :/ I'm starting to nest (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e5e5e5; color: #222222; line-height: 20px;">Around the fifth month of pregnancy, the "nesting" instinct can set in. This is an uncontrollable urge to clean one's house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the baby) </span>So, i was at my mother in law's and started to clean her garden and sort out her pots as there were lots of nasty spiders living behind/inside them. Took a few hours, but i feel accomplished now. Too bad i didn't get the urge at my own house, might look a bit neater if i had V_V. I'm getting very creative atm with making my boyfriend's dinners, home made (super low cal - sneaky) chicken burgers the other night. Tonight I am making him chicken parma's (mine won't be so nasty though) and i'm adding salads with EVERY meal, with mushroom, capsicum, lettuce, olives, cucumber, pickles with a mixture of a tiny helping of low cal mayo and sweet chilli sauce. Delicious! At least it's making me eat a lot healthier.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I felt so guilty, i made boyfriend (right after dinner) drive to McDonalds to get me a DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER AND A LARGE CARAMEL SUNDAE. I gobbled it right up. Because i'm a fat fat fatttttty. Gr. It's so hard to control the cravings for food, i need to find healthier options. Any suggestions please? All the weight i lost when i had morning sickness has come straight back on and i'm very pissed off. My belly is looking bigger than ever now, 18 weeks in two days. Blergh.</span><br />
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He got me beautiful flowers and some cute underwear.<br />
It was great :) xx<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;">First 3 months of being pregnant was bliss (in a fucked up way). I was so sick and tired and lacking of any energy I couldn't keep down any food and the thought of everything i loved made me dry reach.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;">I don't know how much i lost in that period, I hadn't weighed myself since I moved out (over like 4 months). But everyone started commenting, 'omg honey you look waaaay to skinny, like sickly, you have no thighs! (my problem area) are you eating? you look so sick" Of course i loved that. I didn't see it at all, but i did feel certainly.. lighter.<br />
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THEN, as soon as week 12 passed, i've been disregarding any sane thoughts and have been pigging out to the extreme. Hungry jacks, McDonalds, fat fat fatty foods! My appetite is outrageously out of hand and i need to eat every 20 minutes.<br />
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A week ago I saw myself in the mirror and definitely knew I had gained, i felt so guilty, so ashamed! I just thought 'That's it, i'm getting my fat ass into gear, It's time to restrict to the EXTREME!' I put it off until yesterday, i had my first ante-natal appointment. They weighed me.<br />
52 kilos on the dot.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;">That's what i was before i was pregnant. WHICH MEANS, if i've gained weight, i have to have at least been in the 40's! You have no idea how triggering that thought is for me, it's like a drive! I feel like i was in an acceptable weight range for once in the last 5 years! I can do it, if i've been there already i can get there again! I can't, not yet anyway.<br />
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Only ... 20 something more weeks to go, pop the baby out, and FAST FAST FAST. I'll get back there again, i'll be a yummy mummy (lmao) I'll be one of those 19 year old mums that everyone sees and is jealous of how fast they lost their baby weight.<br />
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I'm actually excited for the challenge, i don't feel hopeless, funnily enough.<br />
Just very very motivated and driven.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;">My sanity has kicked in though, no more shit food, it's time to hold myself responsible, i will not be like the average woman and gain like 15-20 kg during a pregnancy, I will only allow for a max of 11. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;">Why let myself go and make it harder to lose the weight when i eventually give birth.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;">How is everyone? Miss you guys heaps! Sorry i haven't posted, been so... not in the right frame of mind.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;">xx</span>Smallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-48537670871072291942011-05-30T17:53:00.001-07:002011-05-30T17:53:51.914-07:00Pregnant.I found out Sunday.<br />
I hate food.<br />
I morally could not terminate it, or give it up.<br />
:( I'm keeping it.<br />
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I feel like, a drop-kick 19 year old who managed to get herself pregnant.<br />
People are going to judge me. Lame.Smallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-10170715021493720292011-05-24T19:07:00.000-07:002011-05-24T19:07:37.095-07:00BrightI'm feeling extremely supurb! It's 12:00pm and this is my 3rd day of eating nothing. On Sunday night i felt extremely bloated and disgusting i told myself then and there i was fasting for minimum 3 days. I've been doing Zumba each day AND i have a new work out video which is so fabulous! Kickboxing for dummies. Apparently doing the work out you can burn up to 700 calories. I broke a river of sweat last night while I did that.<br />
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ATM i'm babysitting my siblings for an entire week while my grandparents are overseas. It's great, i give myself the smallest of portions and then when no one is looking i throw the food onto my sisters plate (she knows i'm on a fast).<br />
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I just went for a job interview at Bakers Delight (lol) I think i did reasonably well and i have a trial on Monday.<br />
Life is good right now. :)<br />
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Hope all you ladies are doing well too<br />
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Fortunately, I don't have school tomorrow, but i have no work either :( Which is really beginning to make me depressed.<br />
Over the last few days i've been noticing my stomach has been .. getting bigger. I'm late for my period but you can't be 'showing' within a month. So the final outcome is IM A FAT BUSHPIG :(<br />
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So i just got my Zumba back and am trying out Jillian Michael's 30 day shred.<br />
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Urgh i really really want to love sushi. It's so good for you and i just can't eat it. So i got some veggie ones and am forcing myself to eat it.<br />
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My sister stayed over last night and wanted pizza, so we shared a veggie one. She offered me some this morning. It was SO hard to say no. I love pizza. I just waited till i got some energy drinks!<br />
I've dropped her off to school and am just bummin around sipping my drinks while my hands are about to fall off from the cooold!<br />
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I made the best purchase last week, I invested in a pair of gorgeous panda mittens! They are the best for these cold icy mornings. Especially when i'm driving places! I feel as though i can't steer properly and my fingers will snap :/<br />
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So it's Friday (lol reminded of that Rebecca Black song.. ew) and my man get's an early finish today! His in carpentry and his boss is going away for the weekend, so they started earlier at like 6 and he finishes at 11:30, WOO! Cept i have counselling at 12:00pm, and i CBF! It's just annoying, I usually have it on Monday's but i had no petrol and had to postpone until today. Waaahhh.<br />
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OBTW Check out my Tumblr! It's not a weight loss one, but i might make one soon. It's more just a collection of photo's i particularly like.<br />
<a href="http://smallasapanda.tumblr.com/">http://smallasapanda.tumblr.com/</a> <br />
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Have a lovely day ladies <3<br />
xxx<br />
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xSmallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-68281599110338442022011-05-16T18:02:00.000-07:002011-05-16T18:02:18.919-07:00Back,, again!<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'M BACK!</span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I haven't posted for a very <i>very</i> <b><u>long</u></b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #741b47;">time</span>. Finally, I have time and room to myself. I moved out with my bf to this beautiful farm just 5 minutes from the CBD of my suburb. (It's not rural at all though).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> fantastic</span>, apart from the <i>price</i> of <strike>petrol</strike>...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I can completely dictate what i want to eat (<u>most of the time!</u> :@), as my bf still <b><i>demands</i></b> i eat dinner. I give him </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">bigger bowls</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> or </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">bigger plates</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> and give myself </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">smaller dishes </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">smaller serving</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">s or just stacked with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">healthier things</span>. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #741b47; color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I didn't bring my scales with me, however, I don't think i've lost any weight yet. I want to get down to 45 so badly. Hopefully i haven't gained either!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Only problem in my life right now is finding a job. I can't get one, ANYWHERE! I apply for like 30 different jobs a week without being picky and no one is willing to hire me. I have some modest experience but :( no one cares!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I hope everyone is doing really well :)</span><br />
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It's my 19th birthday tomorrow, nothing special. The two people in the entire world that would subconciously know it will be my birthday and would never miss it aren't here. My poor daddy is up in heaven and I can't hear him wishing me a million happy birthdays, and my mother is in jail for his death probably looking up at the stars wishig me happy birthday and regrettig everything she has done.Smallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-63854315438243309442011-04-03T17:30:00.000-07:002011-04-03T17:30:56.994-07:00AddictedThanks for everyones motivating comments!<br />
It's inspired me to take a new perspective on everything.<br />
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So I have a bottle of water with me at all times! As soon as I get hungry I just chug that down. I had been stealing a few drags of my bfs smokes everytime I was hungry but after the last week that's been kinda addicting. So, trying to replace that before it gets out of my control.<br />
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Does anyone smoke? What are the pros and cons? <br />
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Intake so far:<br />
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1 slice of toast 80 cal<br />
a shittonne of water!<br />
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Let's hope it stays that way for awhile. <br />
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XxxSmallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-16791213767844848492011-04-02T20:58:00.000-07:002011-04-02T20:58:55.209-07:00FAT!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Could someone do me a gigantic favour and tell me to stop EATING!? I'm sick of it, i can't control myself. I'm so revolted and disgusted.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Fried food = </span><b><u>biggest weakness. </u></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">It's the worst for you, I need to implement a process in which i do before i decide to gobble up everything in a 5 yard radius.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Maybe I have to count to 10 and drink half a liter of water and have 3 drags of a cigarette?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>I don't know</i>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;">Help me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-small;">I want to be so tiny i could float away...</span></div><div><br />
</div>Smallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-27433290611040158052011-03-29T21:15:00.000-07:002011-03-29T21:15:00.123-07:00haaai!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Back!</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Again</span>.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I feel as though as soon as I feel i'm motivated to start posting more frequently i disappear back into my (<b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">fat</span></u></b>) <s>shadows</s>. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have been doing extremely <i>ordinary</i>. Which of course, isn't good enough. I've been eating like a ravenous starved<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"> bear</span> that has just come out of hibernation, (minus the starved part and add chubbiness). </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I feel as though i've been swallowed into a pit of quicksand and only the top of my head is visible. No will to get out, just to sink further into it's depths. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I haven't gained any weight, so i can't complain, but it's been like a month or so since i've lost anything. I've tried all sorts of things. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">- Eating under 500 cal</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">- Eating over 500 cal</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">- Exercising</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">- No exercising</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">- Stuffing my face like theres no tomorrow</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">- Fasting like a cool cat</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">NOTHING</span></u></b> has worked.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Everything feels so pointless. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;">Hmph</span></i>. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was so glad i passed my hazards a week or so ago, but my final driving test is in two weeks from today. Scared, nervous? Yes i am.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"> Shit scared</span>. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Obtaining my license is like a pass for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;">freedom.</span> I can drive where i want, when i want. I can conveniently drive away when meal times lurk. Hrm. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My bf and I are thinking of moving out. My grandparents own a place only about 15 minutes from where i'm living currently.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's vacant, it's roomy, it's private - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;">it's perfect</span>. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We don't have to pay board, just help around the property (it's 18 acres). Which is totally easy as any excuse to wander around a gigantic property and lose some cellulite is FINE by me.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also i'll be making my own <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">veggie patch</span>! Totally looking forward to that! I've never really gardened before, but i really need more hobbies.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ANYWAY so that'll be fantastic.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Only 1 catch!</span> :(</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We need to tell his parents.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">His mum is like.... very fond of me, and of course her son. So I don't want her to feel as though i'm taking him away or splitting apart her family. This is something BOTH of us want to do, completely mutually. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She's so attached to both of us, we drive her everywhere, she won't do the shopping without us. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So this is a really big problem.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She was also diagnosed with depression recently, so I know she's going to play that card and try to make us feel guilty.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I just feel as though i have no space here, there is no room for me to just lounge on the couch or even any space for me to pick up a hobby. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ALSO, i will be able to make my OWN meals if i moved out. Which I desperately need to do.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Has anyone ever been in a situation like this? Or what did you say to your parents when you first moved out?</b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">xx <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;">Miss you all </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">!</span></span></span>Smallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-16139598635232632342011-03-15T22:32:00.000-07:002011-03-15T22:32:32.425-07:00It's almost been a month since my last post, i feel awful! I never get the computer anymore, so that really doesn't help. I've almost got my license, April 13th and i'm booked in. Fingers crossed. I sat my hazard perception test today, passed, 80% which is just okay.<br />
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Been busy busy busy, looking for courses, dealing with money issues and just general stuff. Of course food.<br />
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I refused point blank to eat dinner last night, pork chops chips and a salad. I'm sick of it. That entire meal would be as nutritious as a leather boot.<br />
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Disgusting.<br />
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How are you all going?xSmallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-84794990536822494382011-02-27T20:41:00.000-08:002011-02-27T20:41:17.914-08:00Hey guys!<br />
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I'm loving the treadmill ATM. I find it's fun to not have it on a particular program and listen to music and adjust the speed to the beat. <br />
I was annoyed to find when I get to a run-jog somethin near my navel hurts. Last time I had that pain I had to get a cyst removed off my ovary. I hope it's not that again.<br />
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I am less stressed now as I've kind of realized which course I'd like to do and which path is like to take. Community services. Where you go to peoples houses and help them with practical things like food vouchers or contacting people on behalf of them or reporting child abuse etc. <br />
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It's going to be hard to talk to my grandparents about this as they are so old fashioned and believe I should just get any job and be on a stable income. They are my only parent role-models left so I don't want to dissapointed them. But like my counsellor said today "they were born in a different era and life isn't that way anymore." I suppose there are so many opportunities available so why not make te most of them<br />
and be happy in what you do.<br />
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Hope everyone is going well xxSmallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-81592951118747529872011-02-23T14:20:00.000-08:002011-02-23T14:20:50.089-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">'m getting the treadmill today! So excited. It will barely fit in my room, but I don't care! </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Urgh it's shopping day today. Usually i love shopping but grocery shopping for like 5 hours isn't what i call </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">enjoyable. Then having bag it, put it in the car, drive home, take it all inside and put it away. (Gotta love ALDI) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">My mother in law does insane amounts of shopping for her 5 person family it's just too much. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Oh well, sorry i don't post every day, I just don't find the time to get on the PC and i can't see everyones posts </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">when i get on the IPhone, which is incredibly annoying. </span></span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Weekend soon, woo!</span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Except my partner and i promised to take his 10 year old sister to the aquarium. It costs 65 in total just for 3 tickets. FML. That's not including parking and lunch. I'm thinking we might take the train. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Hope you all have a lovely day and are doing fine!</span><br />
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It really threw me off when i got sick a few weeks ago. I had been doing over an hour of cardio a day with zumba and other exercises and then i got too sick to do anything. I did Zumba a few days ago but not since then. I also got a Yoga DVD a day ago for only $3.99! I haven't done Yoga before but i heard it's very relaxing and can clear your mind.<br />
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A lot has been on my mind lately and have been sleeping terribly. As soon as i'm alone in my mind (like when i'm showering or before bed and BF has fallen alseep) my mind wakes up and starts going over all these images and thoughts that i don't want to see. I was sexually abused as a kid and these images won't go away. Since my dad died they have been so vivid and it's becoming a real problem.<br />
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I applied for sexual abuse counselling last week but there is a 12 week waiting list in my area. So, i'm not sure how i'm going to cope. I have general counselling every week with a male, he referred me for the other counselling as he feels as though he's not equipped in that area very well. Also, it's kinda weird talking about that more personal stuff with a male.<br />
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So on my analog scales i'm 50 kilos and on my digital i'm 52. The digital ones are a lot older and the analog ones are brand new. So i don't know who to trust. But anyway, i've been on a plateau for some time now. Any advice on how to get out of there!? It's annoying.<br />
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It's 12pm and all i've had is a 100cal pack of Milo Oats. Just found them, they are amaziiiiing! So i'm going well - for now.<br />
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Hope everyone is doing well.<br />
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xxSmallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-78517167583353506592011-02-14T05:49:00.000-08:002011-02-14T05:52:15.183-08:00SadSorry to post so quickly after a previous post but, I'm layin in bed at 12:35 am and I can't sleep. <br />
My bf and I have been watching ghost hunters. At first I was scared about weird noises and ghosts but I told myself that even if a mean ghost would come my dad would protect me. And now I'm sitting here, my warm tears rolling down my cheeks, thinking about where my dad actually is. Where do you go when you die? Do you go up into the sky, heaven? Do you go into the dirt, the soil. Are you apart of the plants and the trees and the lush green grass? <br />
When I saw my dad after he died, it was so strange. I was staring into a coffin at my father, but I didn't 'see' him there. It was just a squashed amount of heavy mass. His soul, what brought his body to life wasn't there anymore. The way his eyebrows would go up when he made funny jokes and he would squint his eyes and he would smile and you could see his crooked tooth. It wasn't there. His eyes were dim slits of emptiness, his lungs no longer full of air, breathing in life. <br />
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He looked like a squashed mouse you buy to feed your pet snake. I touched his cheek, he skin was so cold, you could see the make up they'd uses to cover the bruising and the beating that had crushed in his skull. <br />
Where was he? Where is his energy? I talk to him every night as though he's up in the sky watching me, but sometimes it feels as though I'm talking to nothing and it feels so pointless wishing to the ceiling for my daddy back. All the times I had nothing to do during the day, he'd MSG me and ask if I wanted to go for a driving lesson. Or i would ring him and ask to pik me up. And how Id always steal his beer from his fridge as soon as I'd come over. <br />
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I sound so retarded, I don't expect anyone to actually read all of this, I'm just talking to myself to get some of my feeligs out. Xx love you allSmallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-46310242548604278612011-02-14T03:49:00.000-08:002011-02-14T03:49:08.583-08:00Hey guys! <br />
Urgh I'm sorry I'm such a slow poster, I'm bad though, I know. I've recovered from my sickness, I still feel a little sick when I eat or smell foods. Hopefully not pregnant. <br />
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So I had counselling today, it was okay. I cried a little actually, which was unusual for me. I've been feeling a bit sad about my parents lately, mum in jail and having to deal with the consequences of her actions and my poor dad being dead and how he must of suffered before he died. It kills me inside thinking about that. Which is why I try no to think about it so often. I got referred to see another type of counsellor for the sexual abuse. So I have to fix some problems. I can't even watch movies with high level sex scenes in it or graphic scenes without havig a panic attack. I seriously have to leave the room, and I start crying. It's so annoying. <br />
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Thanks to all you lovelies for the nice comments on my blog. Love you all xxSmallasapandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02770160371408780773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3822394525290841113.post-1810614284638386932011-02-04T14:25:00.000-08:002011-02-04T14:25:14.834-08:00WorkingSo i'm currently at work feeling very out of it ( i took some very nice high strength pain killers courtesy of my boss). <div><br />
</div><div>I've been so sick since about Tuesday this week. It all started with being all emotion and crying over really small things, then all of a sudden i had a pounding headache, my entire body was aching from head to toe, i got hot and cold flushes and felt completely miserable. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I never really get sick so it was a pretty big thing for me. So i told myself if i still had it in the morning i'd take myself to the doctors. </div><div>Well the exact moment i woke up, the headache was still there! I could barely even get out of bed i was that achy. So i waited for an hour at the doctors to be seen.</div><div><br />
</div><div>This middle eastern Dr calls out my name. I follow him into the room.</div><div>I graphically describe my symptoms and he has a quick look in my ears and barely a glance down my throat.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"You have a common viral infection it will be gone tomorrow, take some panadol.'</div><div><br />
</div><div>WHAT THE FUCK!</div><div><br />
</div><div>I almost started crying. You can't tell me i'm feeling so shitty and miserable right now and panadol is going to cure it!?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Panadol doesn't work for me at the best of times, i take 4 and it won't even begin to relieve my headache.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I said to him 'Well.. i think it's much worse than that' he said 'Okay' and i left.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My grandmother was waiting outside for me and i started crying as soon as i saw her.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I know it seems strange to cry over that, but i felt... stupid, like he didn't believe me or how i felt wasn't valid.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So every day for the last 4 days it's gotten progressively worse. First the glands became incredibly swollen (They are sticking out of my neck!) then for some reason my gums became really tender and sore, particularly around a certain front tooth. Then i got an ulcer on my gums underneath my tongue, now my teeth are sooooo sore. My tonsils are enlarged and now i can't eat or drink without a lot of pain..</div><div><br />
</div><div>I mean it's good i can't eat, but i feel so dehydrated and drinking water is so painful (because it's so heavy aswell)</div><div><br />
</div><div>So I went to go to another Dr's last night, but whatddya know.. the entire suburb is flooding and the Dr's surgery is out of power and 8 of their rooms are flooded out. Great, just great.</div><div>It was soo scary, my backyard flooded, the pond was overflowing into the garden and the goldfish were swimming amongst the flowers. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Down the end of my street the water level was rising and got to waist deep. My little sister-in-law and her friends were boogey boarding down the street.</div><div><br />
</div><div>It was really scary actually..</div><div><br />
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</div><div>ANYWAY i had to work yesterday and today. It was so difficult to work up enough willl power to get myself on a train at 7:00am in the morning then riding that for 40 minutes then catching another bus and walking up hill. Fml. </div><div><br />
</div><div>My boss said 'Why didn't you tell me you were that sick you could have stayed home!'. But i was doing her a favour coming in on a Sat and i didn't want to go against my word (also that's an extra 90 dollars in my pocket!) </div><div>So she was kind enough to give me the good pain killers and i'm feeling a lot better (for now)</div><div><br />
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