In brief

May 25, 2008 rooroo

I have 192 friends on f*cebook (how that happened, I don’t know). In reality, I count the number of friends I have on one hand. I have a lot of people I count as close aquaintances, and I like them very much. But I wouldn’t tell them my innermost thoughts and desires. I couldn’t call them at 3am, asking if I could come and stay at their place because I was having an anxiety attack (happened to me once, although I was the recipient of the call). I couldn’t tell them that I love them very much because I don’t, and I love my friends.


My boyfriend wants to try freezing the strawberry coconut puddings we make. This could be interesting.


I start Turbulence Training this week! I’m so excited about starting up a new programme. I’ve heard so many good things about it and I’m itching to get back to the gym.


My body has been craving salt and dried fruit recently. My boyfriend has been craving salt too, which is odd, maybe there’s something up with the water.


I spent most of the afternoon naked. For the first time in my life, I actually like my breasts so I’m overcompensating for the years of self-loathing and numerous consults with plastic surgeons*

*thank fuck for paternalistic style medicine in this instance. Back then, I would have walked the world backwards in high heels through sand if there was a chance to get my breasts reduced.


Everything falling into place, I will be a doctor in 2 years. This scares me in so many ways, I can’t even begin to put it into words. I try to think back on events where I was scared and got over it, like setting up equiptment for deadlifting the first time, but I guess it’s the feeling of responsibility more than anything else. The first time I set up a cannula for a patient I felt a little blown away afterwards.


I could really do with some raspberries right now.


Entry Filed under: body image, food, gym, musings, relationships

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