Twenty-five. Half-way to fifty. Quarter of a century. No matter how you say it, it sounds old. But I still got asked for ID three times this past week, so I’m stoked!
I remember when I was younger I used to think I’d be nearly getting married and settling down by the time I hit 25. But I was juvenile. Now that I’m a grown up at the ripe old age of 25 my senses have cleared up and I know I’m still, yes even at 25, way too young for all that shite!
It’s been a big year for me; newly single, new job, lost 24kgs and re-entered the dating scene (God! that’s been fantastic entertainment).
Last night a bunch of my nearest and dearest’s joined me in celebrating in what my “friend” labeled my OTH party. Over. The. Hill. He’s an asswipe (and only 23, damn youngins)! Because clearly an OTH party doesn’t happen until you hit 40, or for me it’ll be 50+. So we started off in the bar I had originally booked until through the grapevine we heard that the party in the bar next door with free food(!!), drinks(!!!!!), a live band(!!!!) and a flame thrower (I don’t actually remember seeing him?) was looking for extra party guests as their numbers were dwindling. So we jumped ship. The live band was fantastic and apparently my crowd managed to drink the bar out of champagne and punch. We’re classy, I know. My sister told me this morning that she had friends of mine coming up to her saying, “wow, Bronnie is amazing with this catering, free drinks and all the decorations!”. My sister just smiled and replied with “yeah, isn’t she awesome?!”. Ha! Love her. I will have to set the record straight at some stage… well if any of them ask me directly.
So here’s to year number 25, it’s been fantastic and I’m hoping like hell this year is going to be even more amazing and full of amsuing moments!
So remember the man I mentioned? The policeman? Well you know how when you give a guy your number, you expect them to text. Yes guys, we do expect a damn text!! I was following the rules of ‘He’s just not that into you‘ and not contacting him. Waiting for him to come to me. Thinking that if he did like me he would have contacted me. I have spoken to many friends about this, both male and female. Frankly, they’re not really much help. They all contradict each other. Even some guys contradict the other guys thoughts. Useless. LOL. Male friends should be an asset. Half said; “wait, he’ll contact you.” The second half said: “he’s probably waiting for you to contact him, he might not know how you feel about him“.
So I did. I took the bull by the horns and sent him a facebook message (I don’t have his mobile number and do not want to ask his brother for it – can anyone say STALKER?!). Totally lame I know. Just a friendly one to say hi and how was his week etc.
I’m totally freaked out right now. I wouldn’t normally publish something like this, showing my vulnerable self. BUT – I know there are hundreds, if not thousands, of women out there who have also been through this dilemma many times. So hey, lets all learn through Bronnie, shall we? What’s the worst that can happen? I don’t get a reply? Or a reply saying something lame and letting me know there is nothing ever going to happen.
Fingers crossed peoples!! I’ll let you know what happens when/if I hear anything. He checks his facebook like once a week (not a FB-whore like me), so don’t be worried if I don’t post anything regarding this until next week.
I weighed myself this morning as usual, Tuesday weigh-in mornings, to find I was now 74.4kg, 20.1kgs lighter than a year ago. To say I’m thrilled is an understatement. I started my serious (I’m saying serious, because like most people I have had one, two or even three previous attempts at this) weight loss journey in December 2007 at a huge 94.5kg. I’ve had many friends say they don’t believe I was that big. But have seen their faces change when they see and old photo and realise, ‘shit! she was big!‘ but are too wonderful of friends to ever say that.
I’ve had so many people ask me what my “secret” is and what diet I’m on. I’m sorry people. It’s the same age-old rules. Less input, more output. Eat healthy and exercise your ass off, literally!
In the beginning it took a lot to get me to exercise. However I have now come to love it. I play netball, tennis and go for runs/walks weekly – honestly the exercise makes you feel amazing, you just have to start!
I know everyone has been checking out my weight loss page, it’s the most viewed post on my blog x 5!! I’m aiming for 68kg, as I feel it’s safe to get under 70 and easier to control that way. Of course I may get there and decide a few more kilos off would be good. But I will decide when I get there. So to get to my current goal of 68kg, I’m 6.4kg away. Bring it on!
I’m back in the swing of things with University. One week has passed and I’m loving it. I only have three papers this semester; Management Accounting, Business Communication and The Second World War. Thankfully only one of them is super dull – management accounting – yes I’m sure you picked it would be too.
This is officially my last year of University, then my life gets to start! Sure I have a life while studying, but you’re not really out there in the big-bad-ass-world. You’re still in your safety bubble of living at home, because it’s too damn expensive to study and flat. You hardly get to travel the world, because of the expense once again. And you don’t have to cope with working 40 hours a week – because, seriously, no-one enjoys that!
I am going to soak up every minute of this last year and enjoy every moment. I know this year is going to fly by. Parts of me wants it to zoom by so I can be off and travelling, seeing the world and other parts of me loves this student lifestyle and how damn relaxing it is. Everyone should experience it. I insist. Just don’t be a slacker like me and leave assignments until the last minute. That’s my goal this year.
Today I decided – brand new year must mean time for a brand new blog. So welcome! After writing at bronnie.org for three years I decided it was time for a fresh start in a new spot.
Of course it’s not completely brand new, as I had to transfer my archives over. Couldn’t lose three years of my documented life.
Lets hope 2009 is a fabulous, juicy year with lots of fun stories to tell!