From the very first Facebook hate rant to the very first comment on my blog, its no secret I have come along way from there. With every award I received from my fellow bloggers my confidence grew more and more.
To a lot of people, this may not mean much at all, but it means a lot to me. Its almost a year blogging on WordPress for me, and since I started, I’ve formed many new and real friendships with my readers and followers. I may only have a little over 1000, which is a small but decent amount considering I am not a famous author, but it is a huge number to me.
When I decided to get back into writing, I didn’t expect it to last this long, or to have as many followers and readers as I do have. I didn’t expect anyone to like my blog at all.
WordPress has given me the chance to put myself out there, to put my writing on the line and open for criticism (thankfully I’ve never had any bad criticism.) The chance to regain my confidence and the chance to help others regain there’s back too.
I’ve had the honor of being included in thousands of people’s lives thanks to WordPress. I’ve been able to share mine with so many people as well.
I want to sincerely thank the people behind WordPress. And I want to congratulate all you wonderful bloggers out there.
Helping people, one blog post at a time.
Something that I have been long over due is updating you all with my weight loss. So I have lost 2 dress Sizes since I last posted. Because of normal/abnormal bodily functions after having a baby, my hips are still apart and it will be a while before they go back to normal. So I border on a size 10. But I am still just a size 12. So I like to say I am size 11 which is great because last year I was. Size 16!
3-4 months ago, this is what I looked like, my legs fatty and wobbling, pot belly and a massive overhand of skin. Since then the number on the scale hasn’t changed much from then but I’ve lost fat and gained muscle. For the first time in my life I have discovered muscles in my legs I never knew where there before, and I am beginning to see the start of my abs. Although my uterus is still swollen, I can feel and see results. It’s now that waiting game.
I no longer had this massive overhang and my legs are less fatty more muscly.
This is me today. I look great and I feel great. I will never go back to the old me!!
I often think of topics to write about, as if there were endless topics. Fact is there are endless things to write about, I just fear most are bland.
I don’t go out much and like most stereotypical writers, given the chance, you would find me hunched over a vintage typewriter, in the center of a white room talking to myself.
“Yes the world does revolve around me” I would say, staring into the vortex of nothingness you call a wall.
Walls are pretty boring without art, or maybe they aren’t because you have an amazing imagination and you can picture anything on your wall.
Unlike me, my imagination is broken.
Oh crap, I need another coffee
A few months ago mittens kittens and I went to the movies with our partners to see trance. I wondered how long a blog post about finding the perfect seat at the movies could be, and we discussed it briefly. But since then I have always wondered if picking the right seat is really important or not.
Everytime I go to the movies I am very particular about my seat, unless others pick the area we sit in, I just give in and trust their judgment. It is usually pretty good. Sometimes they pick shocking seats. Is it just me who needs to sit in almost the same seat everytime?
I think I have a few stupid OCD things, this being one of them. My partner and I were on the bus the other day, and I explained to him that I freak out if I dont know where the bus is going. Like if I know where it ends up and I have been on it many times before that, it doesn’t matter, because if it goes past my usual stop, I freak out that its going a different way even though I know it will end up in the end. I hate it.
But its like that if I am seeing a movie with just my partner. I don’t want to miss anything at all. I hate needing to go to the toilet because if this also. I don’t like having to miss details and I don’t like not knowing at all.
When I walk in I see where everyone has chosen to sit, and I look at the angle they are sitting. I check the seat and see how close I will be, if I’m too close I move back, if I’m too far I move forward. If the seat is messy I don’t sit there.
Is this just me?
How important is it for you to pick the right seat at the movies?
While sitting in the waiting room at the hospital (I’ve been sitting here for well over an hour now) I noticed everyone staring at me as my youngest was bawling his poor little eyes out. I had to bounce him, pat his back and settle him to sleep. I was stressed at this moment for two reasons, my baby was upset, but so was everyone else in the hospital. Like its such a burden on everyone else, that they are stuck listening to my child cry, they even have to make me feel so uncomfortable by watching me try and settle him. As if they were timing me.
It began to make me wonder though, why do people do the things they do. Right now my partner is causing a stir with our eldest, playing and laughing, he is screaming with joy and sharing treats and tissues. It is excused because he is having fun and the youngest finally went to sleep, he is sleeping on me, in this hospital while there is coughing and splattering all around us… He doesn’t wake up, or stare at the sick people as they stared at us just before.
I wonder should I have have to feel as though I am settling him for the peace of mind of others?
Is it really ok for people to make mothers with crying children more uncomfortable than they already are?
Is it really that agonising for you to hear a baby crying in pain?
I wonder, if it is my sudden need for forgiveness from these strangers… if it is the reasoning behind half of the stress that comes with taking your children out.
People have a constant fear of not fitting it, we really want to impress strangers because we assume strangers are judging us all the time. Fact is we don’t know and the fear of not knowing something is just as hard as finding out the truth about something. We fear we aren’t good enough, to the point where some people won’t go outside because of a bad hair day and a lot of people sit behind their computer screens, just as I am now, except they live their whole lives through their virtual world.
What are your thoughts?
When I was younger, I would play in the back yard, looking for bugs, playing with the dogs and looking up.
The time spent looking down and into the bushes was accompanied by an amazing voice in the background, narrating my adventures. The one and only David Attenborough, he went where ever I went and he was there to tell me about the bird I saw or the insect that I had just seen.
Not many men make it into my top list of great men, but thankfully David has. This amazing man has shaped many children’s futures and entertained many sleepless nights and many days lazing around the house.
When I try to write posts about amazing people I don’t really know what to say, I wish I was able to thank this amazing man in person, but I can’t so I will happily watch his new series on TV and be glad that this man changed my life, helped me better understand wildlife and helped with those times I had no one else to watch on TV
David Attenborough, an amazing man and a voice that has changed the world.
There is absolutely no meaning to the title just to clear up any confusion.
So copying is the highest form of flattery right? Then why is it so god damn annoying when someone does it to you? I will never understand some people…
Anyway, so I haven’t really had the chance to just sit down and write a proper blog post. There was around 2 months there where I spent studying hard for my application to RMIT. The studying payed off because as I suspected I had to prove myself to them. Luckily I passed the test!!
There was moving into a new place, getting settled into the new place, get finances back up to scratch (I still have some debt but hey that’s just life) and then there was introducing a new member to the family (Chrono the Siberian husky pup).
I guess the next thing to do is save up for buying a house (oh and an extremely good microscope). So when I think about buying a house, I have my heart set on creating an investment property first, so buying a fixer upper house that will turn a profit. Or buy a unit, do it up, pay it off, then but another unit, rent one out and so on… Until I have a decent amount of investment property’s.
Good idea? I think so… Time to do more studying… Oh an buy more books off eBay.
We have a new addition to the family, a Siberian husky. His name is Chrono.
So far so good when it comes to having a pup, we have only had one (sneaky) accident behind the couch. There is the ‘to be expected’ norm with pups 1st night, although heading to bed at 9pm, as expected we find ourselves with pup awake 3 hours later. He’s had a run in the back yard (our backyard is huge) and now we are just waiting for him to become tired again.
Chrono has hemochromatosis so he has two different coloured eyes. I wonder how night 2 will go :p