Just do it

Rule n. 1 - If you have time to log on facebook, you also have time to train

Rule n. 2 - There's a minimum number of kilometers you have to run each week. However, you can run more than the minimum goal.

Rule n. 3 - If you really can't stand running one more kilometer, you are not allowed to give up. You are allowed to hop down the treadmill and on the elliptical instead, as long as you'll do 12 minutes on the elliptical for every km skipped.

Try

It's funny how appetite can be deceiving, more than just a couple times..
Where there is food there is gonna be a fail
Where there is a fail someone's bound to feel fat
But just because it hurts it doesn't mean you're gonna die
You've gotta get up and try, try, try...

(P!nk is always a massive motivation for me)

I did binge over the weekend, but it doesn't matter, because work keeps me so busy I never manage to eat for more than 20 consecutive seconds during the week. So by Wednesday morning I'm always back to pre-weekends weight.

Fitness wise things are not good though - I simply do not have the time. Haven't been on facebook for weeks either, so I feel it's legitimate heck I'm not even posting here! But I still hate it. This weekend I have lined up one solo massive training (sans S) of at least 2.5 hours, and one massive training with S.
In the meanwhile, my old rheumatism is back and I'm hurting like crazy.

I have guests on Saturday for dinner. I'm ccoking meat (so that I cannot eat it). I guess I'll allow myself some wine and mostly I'll stick to weed / coke (depending on what turns the party takes). Don't blame me.. I am hurting after all, and painkillers don't work with empty stomach.

Lots of love to you all!!

Shopping

While still overworked, I did go and try some bridal gowns last weekends.

Before I even walked into the bridal store, I bought these on sale

While it's true I'm supposed to save money right now, I spend an awful lot of time in random meeting with clients, and a girl cannot always wear the same thing right?

Then I moved to the place I was supposed to go, with this chick who works with me: she's engaged, but her mom lives in Mexico, so cannot come to Milan to go shopping with her, then I offered to do it together.

Downside: she turned out to be far skinnier then me.

Upside: we tried completely different gowns, so at least the comparison was not so mortifying.

This is the one I prefer so far. I know girls, it's short. I'm not blind. Long dress simply don't suit me.

weird dreams

Blame it on work, blame it on me, on being home alone on whatever.

I keep having very vivid weird dreams, i which either
1 - I am Kathy, it's cold and I'm stuck outside the house at Wuthering Heights and call out for Heathcliff to let me in
2 - I'm sleeping and Katherine's ghost wakes me up banging on the window and begging me to let her in.

Ah whatever. I always knew I read way too many times Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters.

(I know I'm not blogging. too busy with work and wedding organisation. I'll be back soon, I promise)






(coming home to Wuthering Heights!
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Kathy I've come home and it's so cold! Let me in the window!)