I went shopping with my 2 of my girlfriends because Jess is having her birthday drinks tomorrow night. We went to David Jones because she wanted an Alex Perry dress and I remember looking through all the racks of clothing and there being absolutly nothing that would fit me. It was absolutly devastating I felt like crying. But I helped her try and the dresses and she found an amazing black Alex Perry dress and the she is going to look amazing, and the boy that she likes rsvp'd to come to her drinks as well and she is interviewing for a great new job at the moment that I am sure she is going to get. And I am so happy for her especially since this time last year things were going so badly for her. But it definately made me want this more.
I want the boy I like to be coming to my birthday, I want to get into a dress that makes me look and feel amazing, I want to be achieving something career wise that I can be proud of.
So tuesday night I went to boot camp. Everyone except me is stunning and just there to 'tone' and our instructor who I will refer to as Mr B is georgous and I feel even more self concious. But the girls are lovely and Mr B pushed me hard. I am proud to say not to the point where I was vomiting but definatly to utterly exhausted. But it feels good. I have been eating better and I know it has only been a week but I have already lost 2 kilos.
Hopefully I will lose some more next week :)