Hello 2013, hello you, hello, hello…
Wow, it’s 2013. And I am still here, still with my extra fat pad. Yay.
You know, I’ve read through my blog just now and it feels like a different person was running it the last months. It’s just, since I started taking the pill again nothing went how I wanted it - weightloss wise. Let me tell you, I’m still at my current weight, probably slightly above because Christmas and all that jazz, but yeah. That’s almost the same as 2011. How motivating… NOT.
Even if my friend Mr. Fat hasn’t left me, something else happened. I’ve thought about losing weight. About myself. And I am at the point in my life where I say, either you lose it now or you just accept yourself as you are. Because I am not unhealthy. I’m just not skinny. And you know what happened? I’ve started to like myself. I really do. But I’ve realised that I still want to lose some weight. But screw the 55kg. I’d be absolutely happy with 65kg. That’s already enough. So, there will be this final attempt for 2013, to lose this weight. If it doesn’t work out, screw it. Then I stay as I am. It’s about eating healthy, being healthy, in and out, and not gaining weight. That’s it.
So, if you are interested in this final, I’m serious with this, attempt, stay tuned. It might work out.
Finally, I’ve made it. But only because I am seriously ill and I have to stay at home.
What do the pictures above tell you? From left to right, top to bottom.
Nice autumn sky, day and night.
I have my Bachelor of Arts which needed some celebrating with some Hugo’s (the drink’s name).
Back to university. Super oldschool chairs and tables plus an awesome view from my favourite place in one building.
My new indoor bike. Yay.
And finally - words which need to be spoken.
So, what happened. After I’ve finished my bachelor thesis I had 2-3 weeks where I didn’t give a damn about what I ate. So I put on some but I am back around 74. So, until christmas I’d be happy about 72. Maybe this will happen.
I’m still doing all the same things - only thing changed is my life which is so stressful. I am almost never at home and maybe that’s the reason for my sickness. I have to see a doctor tomorrow. I’ve had and still have a temperature now for almost 4 days and it gets pretty high in the evenings (something between 39 and 40), so there’s something wrong.
Well, that’s it actually. I’m not too much into blogging at the moment. But maybe I should just start to write about the normal life things again - I’ll see. First, I have to become healthy again.
To all the Americans out there: have a nice Thanksgiving!
And btw: my parcel arrived at the giveaway’s winner’s place. (thank god, i was really afraid that i wouldn’t due to customs and customs duty)
Sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry. I’m so busy, busy, busy. University has me back since last Monday and I have SO MUCH TO DO. This Master won’t be fun. Though I’d love to and really want to blog, I haven’t found the time yet. But be prepared. There may be some little free spot left at the weekend.
To the anon who send me an ask, I’ll answer that soon as well.
I’m taking it seriously to get enough sleep this semester. Most of the days I’m not at home for 10-12 hours straight, I eat, I chill, I do stuff you need to do and then I head to bed.
But see ya soon!
Anonymous asked: Looking at your pic, a boobs job definitely isn't needed; you're beautiful as is. That said, people tend to love or hate them. So is you do get them, go big. Those who hate fake boobs will hate them regardless.
Problem is that my boobs don’t look like this when I am naked. They shrank down to a quarter of the size you can see on the picture. That’s what I meant when I said that I am only happy with them wearing a push up bra. Also, they are not only tiny, they are not nice. They don’t have a round shape, or anything which comes near to a round shape. I don’t want perfect, huge, round boobs. I’m not that kind of a girl. I just want a nice B cup (US A). That’s it. And I want to be able to wear bras without cups. And in the end I just want to be confident about them.
In the end I will do what I think is best for me. Unfortunately no one can change my opinion. No friend, no stranger, no family member, no boyfriend, man or whatever. Because it’s all about what I think and don’t like. (the point you mention about what other people think about fake boobs - I really don’t mind)
But still, thanks for taking the time to leave me a message. I absolutely understand that a boob job is still a highly controversial issue, I tolerate all opinions on them. But I live my own life and let live and I expect other people to do the same.
Some boob-job talk.
So, you can see how my boobs look nice and ‘big’ (for my measure) here? That’s the work of my awesome super push-them-up-and-make-them-big-bra and the collar of my pullover. Yeah, that’s it. Subtract those things and wuuush, nothing.
Yesterday I was so, so tempted to beg my parents to buy this deal on this special deal site. Like 3.000€ for a boob job. Oh well, but I didn’t.
I don’t know if anyone of you can relate to my situation. But if you can, you’ll understand when I say that I NEED a breast augmentation. This one part of my body is unchangeable. I cannot do anything but hide or manipulate it. They are such a turn-off. For me. Yeah. Well. So, I need this done. Anyone rich and want to send me money? Haha.
Yeah, as you can tell, I am into red lately. I thought I share with you what I bought. Boots and heels of course, always elongates the legs. An a-line dress, always good to hide a muffin top. A chic red dress for special occasions. A simple cardigan in catchy red as well. A handy purse. And a simple jacket for autumn/winter. Pictures of worn outfits will follow, I guess. (all H&M)
Btw, I won’t do without nice clothes only because I am not skinny. There’s no reason for that. As long as it doesn’t look unflattering, you should always give it a go.
Just a few impressions from my walks in the woods. I love autumn and I love the woods. Always so quiet, and the air, do you ever breathe the air out there? It smells so fresh and aaah, it’s just so nice.
(via weight-a-second)
(via ahealthynewbeginning)
