I recently went to a local restaurant, where I thoroughly enjoyed my meal but wasn’t able to finish it.
I asked our waitress if I could take the leftovers home, but was refused due to ‘health regulations’. That’s fine, and I wouldn’t have worried about it, IF the very same restaurant didn’t offer takeaway as well.
I understand the reason for not allowing ‘doggy bags’ – taking food home, having it in the fridge for a few days and reheating it, only to potentially come down with food poisoning or similar – but what is the difference in me taking home some leftovers from my meal and reheating them, or getting some takeaway food from the same place, not eating it all, and reheating it at home a few days later? Aren’t the potential dangers identical?
The world we live in is full of, in my father’s words, “bureaucratic bullshit”.
Well, not really. Because the things that people wanted to hear about are things I’ve already posted about 
So for reference, here are the posts about the bigger events that happened in 2009.
The New Place – moving back into our own space was excellent, after living for something like 9-10 months at my parents’ place. We’d lived together on our own before, so it wasn’t a particularly outstanding achievement or event in itself, but it was a regaining of our freedom and independence.
New Beginnings – moving to Terri.nu was a big change – I still use the name ‘Inspirata’ for my website design stuff, but I felt it was time to move to something bigger and better. Terri.nu was a domain name I’d wanted for a while – it’s me, of course, and my name isn’t changing any time soon! Again, not much to this event, but it was something I did that stood out this year.
The Wedding Post – and of course, the biggest thing that happened in 2009 was our wedding. What can I say but it’s the start of the next phase of our relationship, true commitment to each other. The happiest day of my life.
And that’s about it. I did get a job in 2009, as well, which I am grateful for. I didn’t listen to the radio at all, unless I was in the car with my parents. I watched far too much TV and spent too much time playing The Sims 2 & 3. I lost 8kg in 12 months without even trying.
We lost Layla in February, whom we miss dearly (RIP Mama-Puss), which was a real breaking point for me, since I loved her so much.
Thankfully, though, Layla was our only loss this year – I wish it could have gone without any losses, but I suppose when a person’s or animal’s time has come, there’s not much you can really do about it.
In general, 2009 wasn’t bad. But, bring on 2010!
…that I’m never going to be a tidy person.
I just spent an hour cleaning the laundry and kitchen, and it still looks terrible.
I’ve resolved to clean a room every night after work, but I know that by the time I finish the last room, the first one I cleaned will be back where I started.
It’s so hard, too, when my hubby is a messy person. He’ll just step out of his clothes and leave them on the floor. I’ve tried to resolve this issue by putting the hamper in the bedroom, but it doesn’t help.
And another thing that is preventing me from being a tidy person is my perfectionism. When I clean, everything has to be perfect; there cannot be one thing out of place, ie. a spot on the kitchen counter, and if there is and I can’t do anything about it, I get so frustrated and upset with myself. This is particularly true when it comes to making the bed – if the sheet isn’t central and the doona cover isn’t on straight, or the doona isn’t even in the cover (like the corners not going into the corners, etc.), I get really annoyed.
I need to look at everything unbiasedly and just throw shit out. I don’t like living in clutter, but it’s how I’ve always been. Like my Dad said in his speech at our wedding, “Being tidy isn’t a priority in Terri’s life. She knows where everything is, so what’s the problem?”, but it’s kind of sad when you’re known as ‘The Messy One’ in your family…
[Part of this is cross-posted from EcstasyMB - you'd better join 
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I am almost over my flu, and I’m also weighing under 100kg! Given, it’s 99.9kg, and it’s probably jumping back up to 101kg tomorrow, but right now, I’m under, and I’m SO happy (the flu is a great diet, by the way ). Especially considering that I have barely made a conscious effort to actually lose the weight. Essentially, the weight has come off due to a change in environment.
August 3rd, 2008, when we moved to Tasmania, I weighed in at 108kg (238lbs). I now weigh 99.9kg (220lbs). So in 12 months, without trying, that’s 8.1kg, or 17.8lbs. I’m pretty impressed with myself – I know I’ve been eating better here than I ever did in Melbourne (as much as I miss the food in Melbourne!). The funny thing is, my world revolves around food more than it ever did – and maybe this is the key. I actually think about what we’re doing for dinner, rather than making a last-minute decision (which normally ended up in pizza or takeaway of some description). I plan out what we’re going to eat, and I do tend to take note of what not only tastes good, but what is less fat and less sugar than something else.
It just goes to show – someone with a mostly sedentary lifestyle for the last 12 months (it’s only since June, since I started work that I’ve become more active), simply by eating better, not necessarily increasing physical activity, can lose weight. Yes, it has taken time, but imagine if I’d also included a regular exercise routine on top of that?!
Time to get back on the Wii Fit!
