A love story gone right. The happy ending to my Valentine’s Day. My beloved came home with a long stemmed red rose in his hand and said to me “A single rose for the only <girl> I need” (I have slightly changed the word for privacy purposes… Oh get your mind out of the gutters! No no no wait, keep it there, more interesting that way… Bwa hahaha )

And so, I was that girl that was chosen

So, anyway, my thought today is about weight loss. A woman’s (Occassionally men) preoccupation with size. I have friends and relatives of all sizes. Most of my friends who want to lose weight decide to do it to get fitter, or to get slimmer, to wear that hot dress they have seen or to wear that bikini in summer.

So, this week, I looked at my natural self in the mirror. (For no other reason than to check my hotness out!… I kid I kid I kid, it was out of the shower type stuff)… And it became very evident to me that I have put on about 10 kilos since coming back from the US. When I first got home I had lost 5 kilos from great eating there and lots of walking. I haven’t actually stepped on a scale but, looking, I can just tell.

So, alas, I have made it my mission to trim back down again. Is it for vanity? Not really! I sure as hell don’t have a bikini I want to fit in to or a sexy dress for that matter. My pure reason to do it is because I don’t want to buy new pants. I happen to like the pants I have. It is called cost saving! I am doing my bit for the environment by not putting on weight. It makes sense! Less resources used by me keeping my current pants.

You might as well call me an Ambassador!

Poor Kelly last night though. He tells me every day I am beautiful and a plethora of other things. Our gorgeous friend Adam came over to visit. He, himself, has lost 22 some odd kilos throughout the last year and looks amazing. I told him of my new pants dilemma and he said to me something to the degree of “Funny because when I came in I was actually going to say how good you look!”

Wow! That made me feel pretty special at that moment. When I told Kelly (He hadn’t quite got home from work when that bit happened) he looked at me with that look of “Wow, but I tell you all the time”. I probably should have clarified to him that he has given me more confidence than I ever thought was possible because he finds me beautiful whether it is with a caked make up face or bushy haired lion (Kind of like the Frosties cereal one) first thing in the morning. It was only that I hadn’t seen Addy for quite some time that his comment impacted me.

(P.S. Adam you look HOT!!!) And before any of the unknowns about jump onto another man paying me a compliment… Adam and I like the same type… Get it?

It has to be somewhat vanity right? Some little voice that says “I need to be thinner to be sexier!” And yet, I look at my super hot, buff man (Or is that duff man?!) with his “curves” and I find him damn hot! So why is it any different for me?

In Bridget Jones style, I have curves and wobbly bits and there ain’t nothing wrong with that!

(Though I still don’t want to buy new pants!)