Went out on Saturday night, Joel had a footy thing we had to go to(free drinks YAY!), and then i headed into Northbridge to meet up with some girlfriends. Had a great time i was already a little pissy before i got there and then after a few too many jager bombs it was time to go home. Felft pretty good on Sunday considering how much i had drunk the night before.
I'm trying to get my head back into the weightloss thing, i have lost about 7.8kg which is great but now i have found i have lost the motivation to keep going which is silly cos i was going so well, i just hate the fact that if i want to go out to dinner with the boy i really need to analyse where we are going, making sure they have "healthy options" and why can't i have the piece of chocolate cake like everyone else. One thing that irks me is the boy's family they always try to feed you and if you don't eat it you are rude or something is wrong with you.
Wedding and house are coming along.
