I love Spanish music. Cannot understand a single word of it but I do love it. I'm not so cultural that I have lots of it, I just have the random Spanish songs that people like Jeniffer Lopez do. I always want to sing along, if only German was a nicer language, I could maybe manage that. But no, all Germans have is 'Neun-und-neunzig Luft Balloons' and the jos of German lessons Roli and Rita 'Was ist deine Lieblingsfach'. Awful but oh so rememberable!
Today I got pumping it up with a bit of Ministry of Sound again. The only workout video I have ever enjoyed and not found overly cringeworthy. But so much crotch thrusting hurts my thighs. I did a bit better today, determined to prove my Wii Fitness age wrong. I battled through the aching arms, generally couldnt feel them and thought I was healed. Then took my top off to shower and OUCH!!! I suppose it isn't too bad, as I don't take my top off that many times in a day so its a pain I can cope with but with such thrusting abilities it is a shame I won't also be able to seductively remove my top this weekend. Not that my clumsy nature ever really allows for seductive removal of clothes, I have to hold on to something while I fall about getting my jeans off and you can guarantee one arm will always be an awkward bugger in a sleeve.
Went to fat club with my mother today. She blames us children but in reality it is because she ate crap that she put on weight. After having me and the oldest kid brother she went straight back to her thin self. In all fairness I think she damaged me from childhood with her constant dieting and exercising, I was never going to grow up with a normal body image and eating habits. But then she left the father, got herself up the duff by the school caretaker [who I now love muchly as the stepfather but at the time was the evil man that stole my mother] and then never really recovered her weight. She went from the tee-total vegitarian man that is my father to the beer-guzzling meat eater that is my step-father. She was doomed. But she has turned over a new leaf, and is on a weight loss mission with Slimming World. I thought it would be nice to go along with her this week. Not to join, just as a nice mother-daughter bonding session. She loves to show me off to her friends, and where better than a weight-loss club. "Your daughter is so pretty". "Well, where do you think she gets it from? I used to be that thin once". They then both commented that they wish it was still so easy to be as thin as me. So I revealed my secret of just not eating properly. Mother now thinks I'm anorexic_ "Would you like a Slimming World chocolate bar? Its not fatty", "What do you want for tea, do you want one of my Slimming World burgers, they are very low in fat". Big mistake to reveal the eating disorder to mother. She will have a low-fat drip ready to attach to me next time I go up.
In other news... today I applied for a job!!! Yes, first one in about a week. Finally a job for me to apply to!!! I'm getting myself ready to kick up a fuss if they don't reply because it asked for a recent photo, which surely indicates early signs of discrimination. I sent a pretty one so that if there are men involved I can appeal to the perves. Discrimination is only bad when it is against you. The jobmarket is tough right now, every girl for herself out there.
Jobs Applied For_ 1
Tears_ 0
Knickers Found_ I searched my underwear drawer and the wash room today and still 0!!!
