and what if I did it again?

I do not expect anyone to be reading this from back in 2010. But back then I did drop a lot of weight, managed to reach a healthy BMI for once, with 115 pounds and BMI of 18.2.
I had abs showing
I started dating husband.

On this Sunday morning, while working (of course), writing slides on powerpoint and managing some admin stuff, I suddenly thought: and what if I really did it again? Instead of just blogging, obsessing and complaining. What I mean is, what would change if I did it again?

Beside the obvious joy I mean.
Work-wise, for example, it would not make things easier, quite the contrary. Sad but true, being the "once she was a real hottie" is much easier.


I can't control this flesh and blood
That's wrapped around my bones
It moves beneath me like a river
Into the great unknown

Nel deserto la nave abbandonai
Per me aveva senso
Son stato troppo tempo nella bestia
Ed ora saro libero

Someday we'll live like horses
Free rein from your old iron fences
There's more ways than one to regain your senses
Break out the stalls and we'll live like horses someday

Elton John and Luciano Pavarotti, Live like horses

I abandoned my ship in the desert

It made sense

Too much time being a beast

And now I will be free

one step too far?

No posts.
I'm fat.

I would really really like the best manager I have that works for me to hit on me.

I really really hope that does not happen - I know it will not happen.

I still love my husband, but I am freaking out due to work

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fuck

Meet Meatball and Junior

Another birthday come and gone.

I order to spare both any embarrassment, I suggested husband that, as a gift, we'd take a day off and spend it in Venice (I'd never been).
Overall it was a great idea (no crowds!), despite the fact that it rained most of the time and that almost everything was closed.

I ended coming home with a sort of (sadly unwanted by everyone involved) gift:
our niece was given by her asshole father (who quit her mom 3 months after the kid was born) a couple of Robo hamsters. Of course male and female. The niece was totally uninterested from day 2. The hamsters recently became 7 (surprise!). I managed to find households for the father, 4 young ones, but now my niece and her family are going on vacation and they were going to simply toss away the remaining two.
I know it's a horror story, and since I could not stand the thought, I ended up being the brand new owner of two Robo hamsters. In a couple weeks hopefully I'll be able to tell if Junior is a male or female - and let's hope it's a girl, otherwise I'll have to think something.

We came home with the two (Meatball and Junior) last night and I've cleaned the cage, fed them fresh veggies and seeds, and I just ordered a big enlargement for their cage which shall be delivered tomorrow, as well as a new (hopefully quieter) wheel/spin. More toys to be added during the weekend.
Trouble is, I'm a sucker for pets and I cannot stand to see animals in a cage :-(

I agree. Unless, only partly

Blak lives matter.
I totally agree.
The US need to change a lot of things, in my opinion.

But frankly, guys, the US have a problem with their police.

My country does not have this kind of problem.

So why is everyone manifesting for black lives matter, and no one cares about this?

Of course black lives matter. Children matter even more, I think. Child slavery, child abuse and child torture and killing - shouldn't these be a major global issue?

Dear USA people, forgive me, but the solution for your issue is so basic it does not need big brains: spend less in arming and more in schools. Help poor people getting access to a better education, and don't allow any dick going around with a gun.

Philip Roth said something on the lines of "All I have to defend myself is the alphabet; it is what was given to me in lieu of a gun"