A few things are winding me up currently. Well actually, a lot of things are winding me up. My flatmate is the laziest person I've ever had the misfortune to live with. Although that is a gross overstatement of the actual situation, he is pretty lazy and seems intent on doing as little to help with the cleaning of the house as possible. I even went as far as to discuss with him the possibility of getting a cleaner in - he declined, saying we should just share the workload. I stupidly took that to mean that he might do some of the cleaning - evidently this was not his intention and by "share the workload" he meant I could clean the house and he could dirty it shortly after I finish. Not only that, but he's now taken to making little snide comments to me when I leave the house of an evening (I spend a lot of time at Mark's place these days - his TV is bigger and his place stinks less than mine). The other night I said goodbye and he replied, "Yes, that's the main comment you make to me - goodbye." Now I'm sure he thought he was being funny, but what person that is not annoyed about someone leaving would say such a thing? And then that leads on to who the hell does he think he is to be annoyed about how many nights I do or do not spend at my house? I'm reaching a point now where I don't actually want to be at home which is causing me quite a lot of distress.
I forgot to write about this in my previous post - I had a run-in with the most spiteful, mean spirited man I've ever encountered. I was at the petrol station last week, and I'd gone round to the far pumps but then realised that reason no-one else was there was because they were out of order. It just so happened that there was a man finishing at one of the front pumps and there was no-one waiting to pull into the pump, so I waited till he left and then began to reverse in. Just as I started to move backwards, this evil fat man came flying in and pulled in. I motioned to him on his approach that I was moving in there to fill up, and even though we'd made eye contact, he pulled in anyway! I got out of the car and asked him if he was serious (I was so shocked you see, normally profanity would have come flying out my gob but I just could not believe it had happened!) and he simply said, "You should have indicated." to which I replied, "I did! I indicated to you when you made eye contact with me that I was pulling in there!". He was such a fat idiot, I was so annoyed. He seemed so pleased with himself too - as if he'd really just done it to spite me.
Finally the last thing winding me up - today I was walking through Chatswood Station, and I had the mischance of spying a heavily pregnant lady. I have no issue with the fact that she was heavily pregnant. However I do have an issue with her wearing what were clearly her pre-pregnancy clothes. I have absolutely no interest in seeing a massive belly (that to me looks like an alien is residing in it) hanging out the bottom of a t-shirt and a butt crack poking out the top of trousers. If she cannot afford to purchase some suitable attire, how the hell does she expect to have the funds to feed, clothe and generally raise the child? Not only that, but people who are fat are ridiculed for not dressing to their size. Surely the same logic applies to pregnant people?? Perhaps I am a miserable grump (actually, I am certain I am today, given the foulness of my mood) - but I don't force people to look a my flabby belly and I would appreciate the same level of respect to be afforded to me, pregnant women of Chatswood.
- B xx
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Monday 7 December 2009
A short post today - not much has happened since my last post but a couple of bits are plaguing me this morning...
I cannot, for some reason, focus today. I was at the gym at 6am for my Monday morning PT session, and during the 30 minutes I think I spent about 26 of them trying to look out the window or around the studio. I don't know why I couldn't keep my mind on the job this morning. I feel kinda spacey now too. I told Mr PT that I'm starting netball next season after about 6 years off the courts. I also told him how my ex told me to remember that just because people are better than me at netball, it doesn't make them stinkers and I should not be mean to them. All I need to do is practise and I will get better too. Now Mr PT thinks I am this big horrible bully. I kind of like that he thinks that actually. Keeps him on his toes.
This morning I was driving behind a car with a bumper sticker that read "Real Men Love Jesus". I have no problem with religious people - I have an issue with religion in that it claims to preach love but really it preaches intolerance. What I would like to know is why I need to have the fact that people are religious rubbed in my face via bumper stickers and the like? How dare that person judge me or question my manliness {:o)} because I do not "love Jesus". Imagine the backlash if I had a sticker that read "Satan Rocks" on my car. My grandma would have a fit, but that's an aside. I'm perfectly happy for people to believe what they would like to believe - however I think in the same way, my right to believe what I believe should be respected. Stupid sticker.
4 sleeps till I get Jeff!! I can't wait!! I got all his little bits and pieces out last night, so his little house is ready for him and I've unwrapped all his toys etc. I need to go and get him some treats, and some more toys to play with. My friend Clair is coming to have dinner at my place on Monday night all the way from Coogee so Jeff doesn't get lonely - Monday will be his first day all alone in the house while I am at work. Clair has a fabulous new red convertible that she is enjoying driving so I think that has something to do with her willingness to come to my side of Sydney!
Just a little moan...yesterday at my Dad's bithday party I brought my own lunch. My Mum is a fabulous cook, but it is too hard for me to try and count the carbs and fat in what she makes, so I'd prefer to just eat what I make and enjoy the company of my family. Everyone, as usual, had something to say about this. It's not the first time I've done it, and it won't be the last. But my grandma said "That would be torture for me, I think I would just throw it in the bin and eat with everyone else blah blah blah!". I adore my grandma, but when I was overweight I did not hear the end of it then either. So what exactly do these people want from me? Being thin and fit takes discipline for some people - unlike my mother's family, I do not have predominately Asian genes. I am not naturally stick thin. But I've learnt to live with it, I afford myself treats sometimes, but most of the time I just have to suck it up and eat what Mr PT tells me to. It just winds me up - nothing I ever do is good enough or to their liking. To her credit though, my Mum doesn't get offended anymore - she shrugs her shoulders and accepts that I am going to do what I am going to do. I know I should stop worrying about what other people think and just be happy in myself but it's difficult - for my whole childhood I was pudgy and my Mum's family were merciless in their taunts. Having 4 brothers didn't help, but they are MEANT to taunt you. And now that I can manage my weight and I'm the fittest I've ever been, it's like they preferred me fat or something.
- B xxx
I cannot, for some reason, focus today. I was at the gym at 6am for my Monday morning PT session, and during the 30 minutes I think I spent about 26 of them trying to look out the window or around the studio. I don't know why I couldn't keep my mind on the job this morning. I feel kinda spacey now too. I told Mr PT that I'm starting netball next season after about 6 years off the courts. I also told him how my ex told me to remember that just because people are better than me at netball, it doesn't make them stinkers and I should not be mean to them. All I need to do is practise and I will get better too. Now Mr PT thinks I am this big horrible bully. I kind of like that he thinks that actually. Keeps him on his toes.
This morning I was driving behind a car with a bumper sticker that read "Real Men Love Jesus". I have no problem with religious people - I have an issue with religion in that it claims to preach love but really it preaches intolerance. What I would like to know is why I need to have the fact that people are religious rubbed in my face via bumper stickers and the like? How dare that person judge me or question my manliness {:o)} because I do not "love Jesus". Imagine the backlash if I had a sticker that read "Satan Rocks" on my car. My grandma would have a fit, but that's an aside. I'm perfectly happy for people to believe what they would like to believe - however I think in the same way, my right to believe what I believe should be respected. Stupid sticker.
4 sleeps till I get Jeff!! I can't wait!! I got all his little bits and pieces out last night, so his little house is ready for him and I've unwrapped all his toys etc. I need to go and get him some treats, and some more toys to play with. My friend Clair is coming to have dinner at my place on Monday night all the way from Coogee so Jeff doesn't get lonely - Monday will be his first day all alone in the house while I am at work. Clair has a fabulous new red convertible that she is enjoying driving so I think that has something to do with her willingness to come to my side of Sydney!
Just a little moan...yesterday at my Dad's bithday party I brought my own lunch. My Mum is a fabulous cook, but it is too hard for me to try and count the carbs and fat in what she makes, so I'd prefer to just eat what I make and enjoy the company of my family. Everyone, as usual, had something to say about this. It's not the first time I've done it, and it won't be the last. But my grandma said "That would be torture for me, I think I would just throw it in the bin and eat with everyone else blah blah blah!". I adore my grandma, but when I was overweight I did not hear the end of it then either. So what exactly do these people want from me? Being thin and fit takes discipline for some people - unlike my mother's family, I do not have predominately Asian genes. I am not naturally stick thin. But I've learnt to live with it, I afford myself treats sometimes, but most of the time I just have to suck it up and eat what Mr PT tells me to. It just winds me up - nothing I ever do is good enough or to their liking. To her credit though, my Mum doesn't get offended anymore - she shrugs her shoulders and accepts that I am going to do what I am going to do. I know I should stop worrying about what other people think and just be happy in myself but it's difficult - for my whole childhood I was pudgy and my Mum's family were merciless in their taunts. Having 4 brothers didn't help, but they are MEANT to taunt you. And now that I can manage my weight and I'm the fittest I've ever been, it's like they preferred me fat or something.
- B xxx
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