Also this dude ROCKED those heels
This is so incredibly hot. This man is one of the most talented pole dancers I’ve ever seen, and he’s as androgynous and hot as fuck. I can’t believe that Piers said no and Howie almost did.
I’d like to say that a female pole dancer who wasn’t nearly this good got a yes from all three judges. FUCK YOUR DISCRIMINATION.
Oh, man, look at how uncomfortable they both are! Nothing to bring out the old homophobia like a little male pole dancing.
And for the record he is fabulous. And ridiculously attractive.
He is an incredible dancer. And hide his body with clothes? Would he have said that about a beautiful young woman?
Piers is such a total ass. total. Thank you Sharon!
Just got an email from Patrick Ness confirming our Twitter chat on Wednesday! Squee!
If anyone’s around, we’ll be starting at 1.30 and will be hashtagging #nessvisit Or just follow my library - @RPS_library. Let me know if any of you have any questions you’d like me to ask!
I don’t think I managed to walk to work once last week /o\
Food-wise … hrm. Not much better - lol. I did bring my lunch or tea to work every day except Friday and I got Thai takeaway then, so there’s that?
I’ve also invested in little tiny resealable sandwich bags for the storing and carrying of such things as rice crackers, craisins and chocolate pretzels.
I know that one of those things is not like the others, but I have a wicked sweet tooth, and chocolate pretzels are a big downfall of mine. So I divvied them up into little bags - lol.
I’m all about substitution this week. It’s not unusual for me to have two cans of Coke in a day (sweet tooth again) and I really want to cut that down. Not give up Coke altogether, but reserve it for weekends and Monday nights - when we take Patrick to McDonald’s after I finish work.
Lol I know how that sounds but he’s 100% more interested in getting a toy and running around the playground like a loon than the food.
I just need to woman up and swap my quarterpounder (I KNOW) for a fishburger. (I can’t give up the fries though /o\)
I’ve also decided what to do about the chocolate bar/coffee combo. I’ve bought a bar of 72% cocoa dark chocolate and I’m going to break it up into lines and take that instead. Once the coffee I have (I bought my own. Work coffee is crap) is finished, I’m switching that out for lemon and ginger tea with honey.
Lol that sounds horribly complicated doesn’t it, when I write it out like that? It makes sense, I promise. At least it does in my head - lol.
I’ve made my lunch for tomorrow - cheese bun (I don’t care - omnom) with lite mayo, chicken, grated cheese and grated carrot; yoghurt; two mandarins, some grapes and one of those little juiceboxes - you know the ones? Yeah. This is my Coke substitute - lol. I have a bottle of water on my desk, and I like to have something else to drink at lunchtime. So … little juiceboxes it is.
I’m going to throw my dark chocolate into that lot, and then that’s my day!
Wish me luck at Maccas :D
Well now. This could be going better - lol. Food-wise, I swapped out a couple of things. I have a very sweet tooth and I work slightly varied hours so it’s not always easy to eat well. Plus I’m super-duper disorganised.
I went to the supermarket last weekend and bought ALL OF THE THINGS - lol. One swap I made was - and this sounds terrible - I ate a chocolate bar every day. I have a cup of coffee at work about 5pm and need to have something to eat to go with it - something sweet. So I switched those out for these kind of muffin bake bars? I’m not sure if it made much difference.
What I’m going to do THIS week, is swap out the coffee for lemon & ginger herbal tea, with honey. I still need to have something to eat with it - I have a thing where if I’m having a hot drink, I have to have something to eat; I just need to think about what I want.
One of my favourite snacks is carrot sticks with lime juice and salt. I have no idea how strange that sounds, but it’s really good. I’ve tried it with sea salt and table salt, and I think the sea salt is a bit nicer.
Otherwise … least said, I think - lol.
I managed to walk to work three days this week, which isn’t bad. It would have been four, but I got called into work early yesterday, so was scrambling a bit. It’s a 30-35 minute walk.
As for reading … I keep starting books and putting them down, a phase I go through occasionally but one that I hate. I did finish The Larnachs, by Owen Marshall; a historical fiction novel about the Larnach family.
In the 19th century, William Larnach built Larnach’s Castle in Dunedin, which is still standing. He also married three times, and killed himself in the houses of parliament when he found out his third wife, Conny, who was much younger than him, was having an affair with his son.
So that’s book one down for the challenge I guess?
I haven’t weighed myself - partly because we don’t own workable scales - but also because I’m likely to get obsessed with the numbers - lol.
Saw X-Men: First Class tonight. I’m assuming they just edited out the Erik/Charles make-out sessions. Someone needs to ninja that footage ;p
… the skirt I’d like to be able to wear again. I love the graphic print, and I love the retro look/feel of it. I haven’t been able to wear it since well before Patrick was born and it’s one of my favourite pieces of clothing.
And it’s not as scary a thought as perhaps it should be, although I’ve certainly had more than a few “what am I doing with my life” moments lately.
I still live on the same street I grew up on. I’ve had the same job since I was 25. These are not necessarily bad things, but I do feel, rather, that I’m living my Plan B (thank you, Amanda Palmer …)
Anyway. I’m not here to talk about that - lol.
I’m here to talk about my weight. Which … is never my favourite subject. I never weigh myself if I can help it because I know the numbers aren’t good. Hell, the numbers are fucking awful (‘scuse the language).
I decided to take up Amanda’s (er … not Amanda Palmer, obviously. The other Amanda) 52-52-52 challenge - 52 pounds and 52 books in 52 weeks. I’m a little OCD so had to wait until Monday, rather than start on June 1, so I’m a little bit late but better late than fat-bastard forever, right?
So, as of now, as far as I know (based on being weighed in the hospital before surgery last month) I weigh 216 pounds. (I’m sticking with pounds rather than going metric because it makes more sense to do it that way in my head.) So to lose 52 pounds in a year makes my goal weight 164 pounds.
And it’s a scary thing, putting that out there, as it were. Because what if I fail?
What if I bail after a day, a week, a month? What if I decide it’s too hard?
Well, what if? What’s the worst that could happen? (Other than being hit by a bus, or have an asteroid land on my head or something, obviously.)
I don’t have a plan, as such. I’m going to try and walk to work more often. Maybe use the stairs. Pay more attention to what I’m eating. Drink more water. Try and get enough sleep. Be kind to myself.
So. 52 weeks. 52 pounds. 52 books.
Sure, why not. :-)