late night photos leave me with ugly hair and sleepy faces so no head today.
i got my assignment done (well one of them) and i'm ready to get up tomorrow and do it all over again.
i weighed myself today and i'm so much more than i thought i was. my bank account is also so much less than i thought it was.
so i'm giving myself a two week challenge:
no clothes
no chocolate
no carbs
no chocolate
no carbs
no clothes doesn't mean i won't be wearing clothes, it means i won't be buying them, this extends to shoes, bags, headbands, socks, necklaces and whatever else i feel compelled to buy. my no carbs list is no bread, pasta, rice, pizza bases, potato, pumpkin, biscuits and whatever other obvious things i'm leaving out. it'll be super tough but it's only two weeks and i'd be so proud of myself if i could do it. conveniently it'd end on my payday so maybe a bit of a present would be in order. wish me luck!
xoxo
Beth!
p.s. how was your lunch?
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there is no way you are going to get a head shot of me no matter what time of the day I take the photo – I still have a retro sports t-shirt (made in paris) to show you, and a nylon jacket, but I need to be wearing them to give them shape
lunch was good, I’ve known wendy since we were about 15. funny thing happened though, this very small middle aged woman came into the coffee shop wearing a hot pink full body suit made of lycra, very visible panty line on a saggy bum, very high heels (silver with lots of straps) and enormous breast implants straining against the lycra. that was weird enough for midday in titirangi, but what was stranger, was wendy started laughing out loud about it. we were sitting directly behind the woman who was leaning against the counter, and wendy turned sideways in her seat so she could watch the lady square on and started laughing and talking about it like the whole thing was some kind of street theatre show. no discreet whispers, she would outdo dad in the ‘talk about the next table’ thing. wendy is a performing arts person so maybe she thinks life is all a stage – anyway, good to see her laugh, she looked just like she did when we were kids.
it must be spring here too – I’m wearing my blue marcs dress – the one i put the kebab in the pocket. also, i’ve been raking topsoil out over the back yard in BARE FEET! it’s usually gumboots outside and ugg boots inside, so it was very pleasant to get the feel of the pending new back lawn (grass arrives monday). i got very muddy feet though, so i scrubbed them in a bucket in the laundry, had a bath and applied both of my body shop “foot rescue” products. i’m sure that’s exactly what the body shop people had in mind when they designed that stuff.
i really like that marcs dress. you put a kebab in the pocket? oh ma!
you house is looking great, weird to see our old dining table in a different house, let alone a different country.
yeah i wore it all summer in sydney and i'd been downstairs to get a kebab and i needed two hands to unlock the door to the complex so i put the kebab in my pocket. when i got up to the unit all the oil and juice had soaked into the dress - i'd only worn it about 3 times, but i got the stain out - i've even got white paint out of that dress - it's like 'work wear' ... marcs version of king gee or something - very hardy.
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