Loser Alert

    You should've seen me on Thursday coming out of the doctor's office, smiling like a goon. Why, you ask? I've lost 4kg bitches! (Sorry, I've recently learned the merits of cursing when excited). Heed my words, I may bitch and whine about the annoying laps I run, and the agonising mountain climbers & pushups (in my head, of course) but they're all worth it! I'm practically giddy with ill-concealed glee :) I'm not likely to prance around in a bikini anytime soon, or in this lifetime for that matter. Frankly, I can live with that. Comfortably. Hey, I was destined for curves *wiggles eyebrows,naughty wink*.
    Now I have 4 weeks of boot camp left. Can't say I'm all teared up about leaving soon. I'm almost on my goal weight so I'm positive I'll walk away from it with no regrets, and in all honesty I'm really proud of myself for having taken this step; it's been one of the best decisions I've made all year.
    Thanks for reading :-*

UR Insane

    I'm having one of those days when I'm not very sure of how I'm feeling or what I want to do with myself, but I want it to be something fun. I guess this is one of those times when the phrase ' je ne sais quoi ' applies. But to be perfectly honest, I've been in a state of perpetual excitement for a while, especially now that school is drawing near. I literally find myself spontaniously bursting into random dance. Of course if you lived at my house, you'd probably be like, ' What else is new'. But really, I almost did pirouettes yesterday! ( HAHAHA. Yeah right. I did have a little bit of a 'Chandelier' moment though).
  It's so typically me. Whenever I'm psyched up for something that's still a while away I start planning for it earlier than is probably necessary. Honestly if left to my own devices I'd most likely do my clothes shopping (which I had originally scheduled for, silly me, the end of July), get me some big-ass suitcases and pack. Today. I kid you not. Heck, I'm already formulating in my head what I'll wear for travel! ( I'm looking forward to this trip, in case you didn't catch that).
    In a way, though, it'll be a bit of a reprieve from all the planning once the time finally comes, cuz newsflash honey, nothing about this has been cheap. Yikes! From enrolment deposits, visa fees, medical tests, air tickets, not to mention the amount of shopping involved... Let's just say the one who'll be the most relieved to have this whole process done with will be dear ol' dad.
    I'm still waiting for the absolute terror to rear it's ugly head. It'll come eventually, I'm well aware, but till then I shall ride this euphoric high for all I'm worth!

Cheat Day

   Hey! So, I went for the Cake Festival yesterday... Stuffed my face with cake, as expected, and best believe I got my money's worth.
    Did you know that all there is to a cake festival is eating cake? *Shocking, right?* For real though, I thought there would be so much more to the day. But it wasn't all that bad; I caught up with some high school friends, and of course, the endless supply of cake samples didn't hurt one bit.
    All in all, I had my day of disregard for what I shoved in my mouth. I had so much sugar in my system I could've crapped gummy bears, pardon my french. It's safe to say I've sated my cake craving for a good long time. So now I'm back on track, baby! I have a little over a month left so I'll try to make the most of it & kick it up a notch. Trust me, the only reason I've been able to stick to my regimen is cos it's paying off. Let's see what July will bring, shall we?

    Happy new month! ♡♥

Continued...

    Took a two week hiatus because the flu got me down. The break almost had me falling off the wagon, except for the fact that I am now a very proud owner of a very loose-fitting pair of pants. Not only that, I can truly say I'm happier than I was when I started. I may not be where I want to be, but I'm definitely making headway. I went shopping with my mum on Friday then I held up a top and asked her what she thought. She turns to me and asks, "Won't that be too big on you?" The amount of joy that was bubbling up in me... In my head I was screaming, "I LOOK SMALLER THAN MY ACTUAL SIZE!" You gotta count the small victories.
    Last week I read some random tweet along the lines of "I hate it when chics try to lose weight when they don't need to". This observation was, no doubt, made by a guy. I resented that, but at the same time, couldn't fault him for thinking that way. More often than not, we don't exactly have the best of reasons for deciding to lose weight. Still, the fact that that 'chic' made a decision to lose the weight is enough cause to applaud her. It takes a lot to take that first step. Ultimately, what we need is a pat on the back and words of encouragement once in awhile; don't rain on our parade!
    In other news, I've been thinking of how I only have 10 weeks to reach my goal weight, then it hit me; I have only 10 weeks before I fly out to school! Yes, turn green with envy *evil laugh*. Anyway, I shan't bore you with specifics, but yeah... Life's good. At least I'm preoccupied so I don't have to succumb to watching football (I can't, I just can't). Until next time, loves.

Happy Father's Day! 

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    Hey! So, 10 sessions of boot camp later, and the trainer swears I've lost weight. I didn't believe him at first, but then there's these two dresses... One is a maxi dress that I tried on last month. It's one of those dresses with an elastic bodice, and when I wore it then, it felt like a vice. That was probably my moment of truth. The other one is this fun A-line dress that I wore to a Christmas concert last year, and it had never felt so snug. So, anyway, they fit ok now! Absolutely awesome feeling :)
    Soon most of my clothes won't fit, hopefully, but then who's complaining? Any excuse to shop. I'm hoping for major progress by the end of June, when I'll be going on a shopping spree with my very stylish friend Karre (catch her & her pal Lizzy on their fashion blog, Two fashion dorks). Also, that's when I've scheduled my cheating day, at the Cake Festival! You know how if you're gonna cheat, do it with someone hot? Yeah. (But seriously, don't cheat.)

    That's it for now! A luta continua.

Work in Progress

    So, this is the where I begin to share my weight loss journey (this is me assuming that this is indeed a weight loss journey & not in fact a colossal waste of time).
    Rest easy, this is not another of those super skinny girls who claim to 'need to lose some weight' and in turn cause you to think not-so-nice thoughts about said skinny girl (I can't use the B-word; it's Sunday). THIS IS REAL PEOPLE. I won't share the number on the scale (that's sacrilege!), but I am currently a size 14.
    Don't get me wrong, any girl can rock any size. This is is not a betrayal of my fellow plus-size beauties, so you can put your pitch forks down. I've been a big girl since the day I was born (came in at a whopping 4 point something kg) and for the first 18 years of my life I rocked my God-given curves with my chin up and a spring to my step.
    I refer to last year as my year of hibernation because I did pretty much of nothing. That, coupled with the fact that I am the poster child for non-athletes, led to weight gain that I wasn't all for flaunting. From the beginning I've declared and strongly felt that 2014 is my year, and so far it has surpassed my expectations. After receiving my admission letter from U of R, I'm kinda on a roll, so guess what? This crazy gal signed up for boot camp! Yup, shit just got serious.
    The reason for taking such somewhat drastic measures is because I tried doing it on my own, then I was reminded I'm a big girl for a reason. We've all been through this before. Getting all psyched up and giving yourself a pep-talk about how you'll give up fries/get on that treadmill/ start doing sit-ups tomorrow (this is usually after pigging out on something either deep fried or smothered in chocolate). You'll be on track for the first 4 days, then the despair sets in because, let's face it, some of us were just not built for delayed gratification. Plus, I was getting my weight loss tips from Google for crying out loud! I needed someone who knew their stuff if I had any hope of reaching my weight loss goals.
    Thus prompted my decision to look for a boot camp program. I found a convenient one (on Google, no less) whose time I could make & location was easily accessible. Best. Decision. Ever! Sure, I get my ass whooped 3 times a week and leave having all my muscles in agony, but to be honest it feels awesome to be active again. Not to mention it's more bearable when it's a bunch of us groaning in pain. I exercise with a really fascinating & friendly group, & awesome trainers. Plus, ever since I got on this track, I find myself automatically making better choices when it comes to food. I didn't have an epiphany or anything. More like, when I'm tempted to go roam in the fridge, I remember that run I went for, or those blasted burpees, and I think, 'I didn't do all that in vain!' (Actually I think 'get behind me Satan!', but anyway...)
    I've been to seven sessions now, and I plan to continue going up until I leave for school. It's not easy, but I believe it's worth it. So for all you chicas out there going through this, you are not alone! And for those waiting for a sign, here it is. START! You're welcome to ask for details on the boot camp, anyone can join.

Keep your eyes peeled for updates.

Valentine's Day

The day of love is once more upon us...and has been topped off with lovely torrents. As much as I'd like to get all critical and sarcastic about how it seems like all Kenyans get an annual email demanding of them to incorporate red in their February 14th outfits, frankly I think it's kinda sweet that Nairobians go out on a limb to celebrate it through their wardrobe, even though it does tend to look like a tomato bomb exploded downtown. (Sorry, couldn't resist.)
I think the most ridiculous part of today was when I passed by a vendor selling flowers worth sh. 10,000. In this economy, if you get me those flowers, I'm kicking you to the curb, after which I'd mourn the 4 pairs of shoes I'd have much preferred to watching 10,000 shilling flowers wither and die. Just saying. I may be as hopelessly romantic as they get, but get real. Pluck some flowers & get me the damn shoes :)
I shudder to think of what next year's Valentine's will bring. Let's just say Emergency Rooms worldwide will have a rather busy night. (For those who fail to catch my drift, refer to the premiere of probably the kinkiest movie in the making. I'm thinking there will be a lot of experimentation. LOL)
Me? Seeing as I have no significant other to speak of as yet, I spent my day having my hair done and am currently at home spending some quality time with two unconditional loves of my life; Swiss chocolate & comedy. Yes, I'm that easy to please. So, hope you had someone put a smile on your face today.

Cheers!