Binge & Fast

Dear, lovely skinnies,

I’m sorry for disappearing. The weekend has been crazy, mad and hectic. I had to organize this huge party with all my family friends, 65 people were attending, all in my parents’ garden, and Mother and I cooked and baked through two solid days. The only pause occurred when my 83 years old aunt called me on the phone

“Come and get me”

Now, aunt is no drama queen, so I worried and inquired

“I’ll be right there but where are you?”

“I fell into the creek. Hit my head. Come, please”

I couldn’t make her say anything else. She does have a rocky creek in her garden (almost a small river actually). I stashed the phone, cried out loud for dad and Bro (they’re the doctors after all) and sprinted downstairs, through the garden and to the car. We hopped in and, while driving, I explained I did not know whether she was still in the creek, on her legs or not, or anything that mattered. In the end, she was mostly fine, had indeed hit her head, but was conscious and on her legs, all bruised but mostly scared.

So we took her home with us, medicated her head, nose and hands, I washed her hair and combed it, and mostly tried to make her feel comfortable. She was so thankful!

The only downside is, between this and the stress of the party, I stuffed my face like I was mia (Which I’m NOT). I’m probably over 125lbs.

Oh well. We also sailed the regatta on Sunday (though the Pirate wasn’t there), it was way windier than usual, and very physical, we even got scared at certain moments, and I got completely washed up more than once (and it WAS cold).

Something interesting came up on Saturday morning… I was baking a quiche, when I got an email from Steve:

“Will you fly to Greece with me on Thursday? We’ll be back on Wednesday. Let me know. S.”

What sucks is, I want to go. It’s been pouring rain here, and I’m so tired, I’d love so much to get to that island (that I know very well by the way, I spent 4 months there when I was a kid). But I can’t. Work is going nuts again, and my vacation booked for next week (that I shall spend with Boyfriend) will most likely be cancelled. If I manage to have the weekend off from work, I’ll see boyfriend, and I’d better, since I haven’t seen him in over a month and I swear I don’t even know what to tell him on the phone. Plus, he’s furious that I won’t be able to get away from work next week.

Well, that’s almost all folks. Last but not least, Marcus and I are fasting. We started this morning, and hope to make it until Thursday – Friday. Anyone would like to join us? I love fast buddies!!!

Excuse my bitterness, who's fasting with me?

(Post written on Thursday evening)

So, what are the plans for the weekend? Oh, yes, I’m missing the small birthday party Bro was throwing for me (not Keith of course, my other Bro). Just a nice BBQ with friends, possibly the Pirate. I guess most peopledon’t attend their own birthday party because they spend the weekend working, huh?
The Boyfriend is attending his best friend stag this weekend. In Budapest.
Do I need to be more explicit or are we clear that I’m going to work all weekend while he’s getting laid in Budapest?
I always suffered competition with chicks for Eastern Europe. It’s easy: guys who like me are into girls with blond hair, fair skin, blue eyes (yes, tall, because hey, I come from Italy, so taller than 5’6 is tall here).
So he’s getting laid in Budapest.
I’m home alone.

So I fasted all day, and then I shot an email to my skinny Alejandro, hot like Mexico friend with benefits. I thought what the hell, if Boyfriend is getting laid by some slut at a stupid stag, I can get laid by my dear slim Alejandro, can’t I? Boyfriend would never know anyway.
Of course I didn’t exactly wrote “Hey, booty call, bring your ass to my place pronto!”.
It was more on the lines of “Hey, wanna grab a beer Friday/Saturday night?”
So I cannot blame anyone but myself if Alejandro answered that he’s sorry, but he’s going to the sea for the weekend. I should have told him I was waiting for him naked and hot. How the hell should he understand that he’s getting lucky, when we haven’t had real sex in 4 years? And of course I cannot possibly tell him about the stag, because well, it’s none of his business.

Oh, needless to say, I binged after getting his answer.
And of course, I’m such a lousy bitch I cannot wait for Alejandro to come on Monday night. Because by then, Boyfriend won’t be in Budapest anymore, and I would feel too guilty. Fuck me, why am I so dumb?

Friday morning update:125lbs. Fuck me.

Friday 4PM (Western Europe time): I'm starting a fast. For as long as I can. Anyone joining me?

High Hormones Monday

It’s Monday, which means I couldn’t weight myself this morning, and will have to wait until tomorrow to fully understand the damages of the weekend. I estimate my weight to be somewhere around 127lbs, again. I just hope it isn’t over 127.

Last night I was at Bro’s place, and he said the Pirate was in town for the day, but had declined his invitation for BBQ. Bro’s words were “Well, he came with his girlfriend so I guess he didn’t want to come to avoid his GF meeting you”

Men are whores, but whatever.

The Boyfriend won’t come to see me for my birthday. He’ll be in Budapest for a stag, and then he has his brother in law’s birthday. Cool huh? (Sarcasm all around) I guess I’ll consider myself allowed to indulge in some guilty pleasure, and as you may well understand I’m NOT talking about food.
In any case, I’m on for the next regatta (June 20), but I’m not sailing with the Pirate; I’ll be on Bro’s team! And we’d better beat the Pirate’s ass, or Bro will hear me out loud. Oh, and here’s the funny thing: the regatta will start some 15km south from home, on the lake of course, but we’ll be hosting a huge party the night before so I won’t be ready in time to sail the distance. Instead, I’ll ride my Vespa to the spot. However, Bro won’t be able to pick me up from the pier, so I had to promise I’ll swim the distance to his boat as soon as he gets there. This is going to be funny + it will give me the perfect excuse to change through 2 swimsuits over the day…
Sooooo people… I need to be 120lbs (possibly less) by June 20.
Which is why I’m going to get into poker face’s weight loss competition. Oh, okay, maybe it’s also because he’s one of the most awesome in blogorexia!! I just hope he won’t require daily updates ‘cause I’ll be in France starting tomorrow and I won’t have my scale… we’ll see!

Fitness goal of the week: stop being content with all the cardio stuff and throw in more abs!!
I need some eye candy. Like this.

PS thank-you for the comments! (the tissue idea is not bad, but I'm not brave enough to face Steve's bathroom... who knows what kind of creatures live in there... Anyway, Steve doesn't believe me, but he doesn't nag me about eating. At least not yet.

He touched my hair, and instead of slapping his hand, I smiled

Who cares if I binged?
Last weekend was amazing

I wanna live like this forever. On Friday I took the train and Bro was waiting for me at the station, and together we went to pick up my beautiful Vespa. Next week I’ll post a decent pick of it, I promise. I rode it to Bro’s place and I had dinner with his family, but that was okay since I only had veg soup and green salad (no dressing).
On Saturday morning I had a zillion things to do and errands to run, so I woke at 6.30, skipped my breakfast and did everything on my list (yay!), then I drove to my neighbor’s place (aka the sailing club), to meet my Bro. It was such an amazing warm and sunny day! Of course the Neighbor (aka owner of the club, let’s just call him The Neighbor) immediately poured me white wine, and I stayed there drinking (but not eating!) until 2PM.
Bro was long gone, and I wanted to ride my Vespa by the lake, but just one mile further I came across Bro and friends, almost ready to start sailing. The shouted out: “Lucy, come and join us!”, so of course I parked the Vespa, ran to the boat, and off we sailed. I got home after five, slept while sun tanning for 2 hours, threw on a long white dress (spaghetti straps), and headed at Bro’s place for a BBQ on his deck. Soon, 15 people or so arrived, included this guy I had come across at the Neighbor in April, who has these looks:

except shorter, and younger. Needless to say, he’s known as The Pirate.
Now The Captain was running the regatta on Sunday but he did not have his other crew, so he started asking me to join him. The only thing, he didn’t remember me (true, we never talked, but still I was pissed), so I kind of blew him off.
Bro was lovely, he let me skip food without nagging me at all (I only had green salad), but alas, booze has calories.
One hour later or so, we ran out of beer. The kids were sleeping already, and The Pirate, being the youngest boy, was sent out to buy more. After a while, since he wasn’t coming back, they sent me to look for him. I took my Vespa and rode ‘till downtown, where I spotted him buying beer bottles in a bar, so I stopped and waved. He turned, spotted me and blew a kiss. And headed out carrying 20 beer bottles.
“Are you ready to ride, Captain Sparrow?”
He hopped on and said “Let’s go mon amour! Thank-you for rescuing me!”
And off we went, my hair (waist length) blowing in his face, laughing and running away when we crossed the cops! Back at Bro’s place he sat next to me and I had a blast while the others made him believe I was one year younger than he is, and he totally bought it! I ended up promising to sail with him on the next day!
Well, he begged me to drive him to his hotel (he was walking) but I felt too tipsy by that time, so I said no way. Instead I went home to sleep, and woke up early to bake a quiche to bring along at the regatta. Of course I made sure to put ham in it so I wouldn’t eat it!
Then I took the quiche at the Neighbor, and since it was still early, I went out with my kayak for a bit of sport. I came back in time to swim a bit, and when I got out of the water the Pirate had already prepared the boat.

While putting it into the water, some nearby flowers ended on it.

He took one, came towards me and tucked it behind my ear, softly brushing my hair with the back of his hand. I let him do it.

(Usually I hate when people touch my hair).

And off we went! We sailed for almost 4 hours, all the time wearing my bikini, so I got such a wonderful tan!

Again, I had a blast. When we got back there was food (and this time I had a little focaccia) and of course, champagne was running.

I wanna live like this forever. Drinking champagne over the sunset, by the lake at the beginning of the summer, innocently flirting with cute boys, having a blast with Bro and friends.

Of course it had to end, and I decided to leave before the Pirate did, so I just waived him goodbye and ran home at 6. And so here I am on a Monday afternoon in the office. It’s sunny and hot outside, I have plenty of girls nights out planned for the week, but the first thing to do is hop on the scale tomorrow morning and then hit the gym!
Sorry for the loooooooooooooooooooooooong post beauties!!!! Have a nice week and stick to your eating (or non-eating) plans!!