Wednesday, May 7, 2014

This is my voice



I voted!




XOXO


P.S. I didn't vote ANC or EFF or FF Plus...
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

All is fair in love and war

Guess what? My ex really is a childish bastard! He pitched up at the restaurant, where he knows I work, with his new gullible retarded girlfriend, to make me jealous.

Honestly it just pissed me off and I wanted to throw him off the balcony.

What no one really knows yet, is that I really might have met my future husband. I haven't said anything yet, because its only been three weeks now, and I don't want to jinx it.

He's polite, comes out of a good household, makes me laugh, and he's a gentleman! We both have the same ambitions in life, and we are extremely compatible.

I'll let you in on a secret, he's the one I've been waiting for, and I will e crushed if this doesn't work out.

I really, really like "Mr N", and quite frankly, he really, really likes me.

There's the silver lining.

There's my hopes and dreams... And guess what? My Chinese zodiac might be coming true for this year.

So, revenge? Nah, I'd rather focus on the positive than linger in the past. Karma is good. He screwed with me ad lost his mom.
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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Drastic changes

I bragged about how much weight I've lost a while ago. I've talked about my drunken ways and my anxiety and depression. I've said a lot, but the most important things are usually left unsaid.

That being said, I'm on day 2 of Champix, to quit smoking. I have 25-30 kg of fat still to lose, and I think I might have met "the one", but we'll see in a few weeks or months.

Tomorrow I'm going back onto my "only eat when you're hungry diet", which is hard because I'm a waitress surrounded by french fries, CHEESE, chocolate, bread, and all the other things tat cause diabetes and heart failure.

Tomorrow I'm changing myself. Not my life. Just ME.

I'm sick of feeling like the elephant in the room, the smoker that will die in 15 years, and the heart attack waiting to happen. It might be a little over exaggerated, but what will I look like in a year or ten?


I would rather change my medical future than be just another "normal" statistic...

Good bye fat, chubby, gross, porky, obese me. Let's see what I can accomplish in a month and then twelve months.

I might just become pro Ana ;)