First thang's first.
WEDNESDAY WEIGH-IN DAY.
Eyez be jumpin' fer joy!
A loss of 700g. Back down to 85.5kg! Woohooo. The graph is heading back down.
Goal? To be 75 kilos by my birthday at the end of October. Can I do it???
IN OTHER NEWS:
I'm thinking about changing my blog to be about more than just the 12wbt & more about the life & thoughts & writings (diatribe) of Mz Vicki in general. It would be a blog that would highlight all the incredibly interesting things and people I see & do.
eg. Today I had boiled eggs instead of poached. The yolk was really really yellow. Harvey The Pookah meowed his apathy.... See rivetting stuff.
But I was also thinking that every week somebody could suggest to me a blogging challenge and I could write about it. Either non-fiction or fiction. eg: Write a story about a chicken ninja with a death wish or "tell me about your best childhood memory". You get the drift?
I've been told by some obviously deluded individuals that they think that I might just have a knack for actual WRITING. In school I was a mad-keen writer & used to spend alot of my time writing mental poems comparing love to various household appliances and writing short stories about ferrets and Tomato Samboys (two of my all-time loves). As usual though, as soon as I left the beige world of Oakey & hit the bright lights of Brissy in my early Twenties any creativity I may have possessed in my noggin quickly evaporated in a haze of nightclubbing, B52 shots and spiral perms from Stefans. I'm not sure if anybody would be interested in what I have to say/write. It would of course be awesome if I could use my blog for the purpose of making shiteloads of money. Naturally I am a product whore & I would be willing to promote your business in exchange for bootloads of free stuff.
I suppose this is MY BLOG and I can do with it what I damn well please. I guess if nobody reads it, it is good therapy for me anyway. Kind of like a diary but one that any ole loon can read.