Get excited...

I have a new baking project brewing...not quite sure what direction it will take, but I'm bloody excited about it!

Ring ring...

***Disclaimer. Despite what you are about to read, I can actually be trusted with expensive pieces of jewellery. Please don't confiscate my shiny ring...***

FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was like that scene from Four Weddings and a Funeral, only slightly less British. Only it wasn't a movie, this was me at 7.15am this morning as I tore the house apart looking for my engagement ring.

Utterly convinced that it was gone for good, I rang my mother in a fit of despair. I woud have rung Reece, only it was 5.15am in Manila and something told me that he wouldn't have been all that happy with that wake up call.

So the situation was this...

I arrived home on Sunday afternoon and timed it perfectly with the brief but intense hail storm in the afternoon. I was going to wait it out in the car, however I realised that every single window and door in my house was open and I panicked and dashed across the street to close them.

The issue is that my ring is perfectly sized in Manila, when my fingers swell with the heat, however in Australia, when I am soaking wet, the ring is loose, like very loose, like could fall off my finger loose.

At this stage, with the last time I saw the ring flashing through my mind I was convinced that it was gone for good.

Cue breakdown on the phone with my mother. (She said to me tonight that she wishes she was there so she could have slapped me to snap me out of it.) "Go outside and check the garden," she said. "I'm not wearing any clothes," I sob. (I had only just gotten out of bed!)

So after much posturing I finally managed to get dressed and comb the front garden and sidewalk on my hands and knees. Still no ring.

By this time I was inconsolable.

I came inside to call my boss to tell her that I was going to be late and something flashing in the corner of my living room caught my eye.

It was my ring! It would seem that when I was shedding my soaking we clothes the day before it had gotten caught and flicked off.

Moral of the story...I probably can't be trusted with shiny, expensive things, and the second I get back from Manila I'm getting the little fucker resized.

Sorry Reece.

Success!

So being a typical bride I am in wedding countdown (5 weeks to go, today) and I'm stressing about how I will look on the day.

I've been on Lite n Easy now for a total of 9 days and I'm very impressed that I've made it this far to tell you the truth. My record with sticking to diets is not great...I'm very good at the first two days and then the Toobs call to me and I go running back.

Lite and Easy has been a success so far. It is fairly tasty, although there seems to be a preference towards capsicum that makes me slightly mad and after the first two days I haven't really been all that hungry.

The reason while it has been a phenomenal success so far is that I jumped on the scales today after 9 days on it and I have lost 3.3kg. That screams success to me! I'm certain that it won't last and I will plateau, hopefully still losing at least 1kg a week.

Anyway...so often women complain about their weight and we tend to discuss the bad stuff, not the good stuff. It somehow seems easier to put ourselves down, and i would rather be self-depreciating than be seen to gloat.

Well fuck it. I lost 3.3kg and am now 85kg...I haven't been that weight for god knows how long and I'm feeling jaunty about it.

If you ever feel like gloating...please know that you can always come here and gloat! It's healthy!

Ok I'm clearly obsessed

I've been playing around with this blog for like 4 hours now...so much fun! I'm hoping this will become a long-term thing, but those who know me will attest that I tend to burn brightly and fizzle out quickly.

I think this is going to come in handy over the next 16 months, what with the move to Manila and all. I'll try not to rant too much...though ranting is something that I hold near and dear to my heart.

Hopefully I can keep everyone up to date with various shenanigans in Manila and around Asia as well.

I'm also getting married in October...so I imagine I will have updates about the wedding and the whole marriage thing.

On another note...

Does anyone else find it strangely therapeutic to speak to an imaginary audience. Only when I walk around the house "blogging out loud" (read talking to myself) I think I am a nutter...but when I'm writing somehow that is acceptable.

Anyway...I should really go.

A spoonful of sugar

I'm practicing my photo uploading and thought I should show some of my baking projects...in future I will try to post recipes as I bake.

Blog this...

So, clearly I'm blogging. And I've avoided my existential crisis nicely by not including my surname in my blog title.

Stay tuned...who knows what the fuck this blog will end up being.