BYOC Saturday Edition

Well, because it is Saturday where I am, but I still want to join in :)

1. When is the last time you got and gave a compliment?
I got a compliment about 20 mins ago, when I sent a photo of my brand spanking new haircut to my sister (I'm channelling Rachel Barry from Glee if anyone needs a mental picture). I gave a compliment to someone I was working with last night, when discussing hair (pre-haircut plans), and I said she always has nice hair :) I was secretly hoping her hair Karma would rub off on me!

2. What do you wear to bed? 
Whatever I have laying around, at the moment it is a pair of cotton long sleeve (and long pants) pj's. Sometimes nothing but rarely.

3. If you could pick your dream job - with no worries of shifts or money or bosses or commute - what would it be and where? 
I would be a photographer - but in my dream world I've also gone to uni/tafe and done an actual photography degree, so I would be a qualified photographer. Recently in my area there has been an upswing in people buying fancy cameras and passing themselves off as professionals. Aside from the lucky few who are naturally talented, there are limits to what you can do without training of some kind. Some of my friends have unfortunately found this out the hard way - when receiving their wedding photos. Sidenote: no insult is implied or intended to anyone who is making their living as a photographer aside from the couple that have ruined my friends pictures. Ta.

4. Okay – I’m not trying to start some huge controversy with this question but I have to put it out there. If you’re being honest – do you think staying at home or working outside the home is harder? Can you honestly recognize they are both equally hard? Even if you don’t have kids – have you heard others talk about the two professions judgementally? 
I am not a mother yet, but I will answer this question from an outsiders POV. I have heard people speak both for and against working/SAHM's and I really think people just need to live and let live. Just because you do something one way, doesn't mean everyone should do it that way too. It takes all kinds, and everyone contributes in their own way. A friend of mine returned to work after 12 weeks while her Hubby stayed home with their baby, and they were on the receiving end of so much judgement. People couldn't believe she was leaving her baby home with his FATHER. Heaven forbid. 


5. Summarise your weekend in blogland and real life. 
Blogland - I think I'm starting to get the hang of it! I've picked up a few more followers than I had last week (welcome!), I've been commenting on more posts and I'm really enjoying it. RL - was a pretty good week! Work trip to a fancy hotel, only 2 night shifts. All things considered, not bad!


So I survived my first BYOC! Hopefully haven't offended anyone in the process!

Make Me Over

I have no idea what time it is around the rest of the world, but if it's not too late, I'd appreciate you dropping by HERE to vote for my blog to get a makeover :)

Thanks everyone!!

Group Hug!

You guys are awesome. Thanks so much for all the comments! I feel very loved and appreciate that everyone took the time to reply to my post. It really is like therapy writing this blog :) I wanted to reply to everyone individually.

Razzberry: I understand what you mean about being watched. I get that enough at the moment, I'm sure everyone is watching to see what the fat girl eats. I don't like to be seen with anything "naughty", as I can hear their comments in my head "well, no wonder she is fat".

MandaPanda: Hi! Thanks so much for following back! I have wondered if my view on telling with change after the surgery, I will just have to wait and see.

Alison: Thanks for dropping by. I have a feeling I will be in a similar boat and keep it mostly to myself, at least for now.

Bella: I am so glad that your workmates have been supportive! If I worked somewhere else, I may be thinking differently about my choices, but I know most of my current workmates have absolutely no idea and would be very quick to judge. I feel very lucky that I have found people blogging and will continue to be grateful for the support I am receiving here.

Catherine: Speaking of "finding" blogs, yours was the very first band blog I came across when I started researching (aside from a couple of people who I know in "real" life). I stayed awake until 430am reading my way from the beginning of your blog, and I was hooked! I totally get the food police thing, people do it already at my workplace with people who haven't had surgery! I do not need to add that kind of judgement to my stress levels.

Sam: My husband was given a very specific warning when we first started considering WLS for me. Do not talk about this with anyone. Especially his parents, as I know they sit firmly in the "must be stupid and lazy" camp. He knows from previous experience that discussing my personal business with people outside our marriage is a Bad Idea and not worth messing with our relationship.

So anyway, a huge thanks to everyone for sharing their experiences with me!



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Securely in the Closet

I was over at another blog, and just had to come here and share what I read. For those who don't follow Bandita Senorita you should go over and check her out. She has posted a very articulate description of the reasons that she has not disclosed her surgery to her general circle of people (to read this post, click here).

It got me thinking about the reasons why I am staying in this lovely dark closet for the time being (and realistically, for quite a while).

1. It's not about anyone else. I think there is a danger of people taking my decision personally, and react without thinking about what it means for me. Taking this step is not a judgement on anyone else's decisions, or on their weight loss methods. It is about me.

2. I'm really not ready for the scrutiny it would involve, especially if word were to get out at work. There is someone I work with that has told people she has had "a gastric surgery" to help lose weight for her wedding. I'm not sure which surgery she went with (and I know it's totally none of my business), and people have been really nasty about it. These are people that refer to watching TBL as "the fatties". I am absolutely doing my best to prevent anyone finding out, especially before the surgery. I know there is a danger that anyone reading this might figure out they know me, but I'm taking the chance that it won't happen (has it ever happened to anyone else?).

3. I don't want to hear other peoples opinions about WLS, especially any that involve the words "the easy way".

4. It's not really anyone else's business. I don't expect people to share their medical details, why should I share mine?

Obviously my husband knows, and I've told my sister and one of my BFF's. If I decide to tell anyone else, I will be thinking long and very hard before I do. You can't unring that bell.

Back again

Does anyone think of things they wanted to say after you press publish? I've been mentally writing posts all week, but when I actually write them my brain goes blank! I think I will have to make more use of my the mobile blogging app on my phone so I can catch thoughts when I think of them.

Cheers!

The Week (or two) that was!

I have no idea where the time has gone! Well, actually I do, but it has gone so quickly that I have already fallen behind in my blogging and I've only been doing it for a few weeks! I resolve to be a more conscientious blogger.

So anyhow, settle in and get comfortable, we got ourselves some catchin' up to do! I might even splurge on some subtitles!

Round and around
Last weekend, hubby and I were in a team that participated in a charity fundraiser. We essentially helped carry a baton around a track for the best part of 18 hours. I won't name the event here in case I pop up in random searches, but I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about! I was really pleased with my contribution to the efforts, although I didn't do as much as others (um... hubby), I did walk over 15kms. I also came to the conclusion that I need new shoes! After only the first 10 laps or so, my feet were absolutely killing me, in the same spot on both feet. Peculiar, and unfortunately only the beginning. Also, we raised a bunch of money!

Emergency clothes shopping
I have to admit, this week snuck up on me. I have known for a couple of months that I was going away to a conference/meeting (see next subtitle), however it wasn't until last week that I actually read the part of the information letter that said "dress code smart casual". Now, the problem is that I live in a warm area. The conference was in a cold area. I don't own cold area clothes! So Sunday afternoon (no, I don't leave things to the last minute, why do you ask?), I rushed out to buy stuff. It was an interesting experience. On the up side, the shop I ended up in had 40% off (yay!), on the down side, finding pants to fit me was a pain! How is it that I fit (barely) into just one pair of 8 pairs of pants that were all the same size? Surely "size" should mean that someone buying that "size" should be able to fit into them all? Well, it would in my ideal world. I can't wait to live there.

Fly me to the moon
So insanely early on Monday morning (otherwise known as Sparrow Fart), I hauled my sleep deprived ass out of bed to catch a plane. As previously mentioned, I am not a Morning Person, so this was a major effort for me. Thankfully, there was an empty seat next to me, as this particular airline seats seemed particularly skinny. To cut things short, I had a fantastic time at the conference, met some lovely people and I'm really hoping I can convince the bosses to let me go next year. It was held at a really, really nice resort with an equally spectacular day spa attached. I took the opportunity to sneak in a massage at said spa when there were a few free hours. Spec. Tac. Ular. My post massage glow was temporarily disrupted when I got to the airport for my return flight. I had been allocated... wait for it.....a middle seat. I can not remember the last time I sat in the middle, as I'm usually able to check in far enough ahead to avoid it. However, as this flight was booked for me I didn't have this opportunity. Lucky for me, there was a very understanding lovely lady at the bag drop counter who moved me! Not only did I get an aisle seat, but she put me next to the only empty seat on the plane! Bless her cotton socks. I was very grateful, especially when I could feel the armrests rise up when my legs spilled underneath them.

I think that is enough for now, I'm starting to fade. Tonight is "stay awake for as long as possible in order to sleep all day tomorrow before night shift" night.

Oh! One more thing. The lovely Sam has nominated me for a blog makeover from Just Foolin' Blog Designs! It would be fabulous if anyone feeling generous could go over and drop Jen a line to vote for me (and for Sam too!).

Goodnight internet!

Still here!

No, not a rapture related blog. Just dropping by to let you know I haven't dropped off the face of the planet, I've just been SUPER busy with work, and managing to fill my days off with other exciting things which I promise to blog about later. For now, it is 527am and I'm sitting in an airport, waiting to get on a plane. Joy of joys. Have I mentioned I am not a morning person? Talk soon Internet xoxo

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