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In Which Tracy Turns Thirty-One

Happy Birthday, Tracy!

Perhaps not shockingly, as I turned thirty last year, I turned thirty-one this year.

We didn’t even do anything special for the day this year; Dad managed to get the day off, though, so everyone was here, except for Lorna and Matt (SADFACE), who are, of course, still in Canada until May. I cannot wait until May, when I’ll get to see them for a while before they go back home again. Stupid short holidays.

Huge difference between this year and last year?

I still have most of my cake left, this year.

When I came home last year, I had a chunk of my birthday cake that I’d brought home with me, and by the time midnight came around, I didn’t have any of it left. Right now, I’ve had one (wee) slice of the cake at Mum and Dad’s house, and I did bring home a big chunk of it, but I cut the chunk in half, acrossways, and then down the middle, too, and had one of the wee bits from the middle when I got home.

I understand that this is more than “normal” people have, but I hope people also realise that, at my size, I’m far from normal, and that this isn’t a slip-up. It’s my birthday, and perfectly allowed to have one-and-a-bit pieces of birthday cake!

Of course, I think this is entirely down to the Slimpods, which I’ve thankfully started listening to every night again. My food choices have been better at meals, when I’ve been grocery shopping, although I still need to work on my impulse purchasing.

(Wonder if there’s a Slimpod for impulse control? Hah. Maybe I’m just doomed for that one.)

But I sat down with myself last night and made some (birthday) resolutions. I figured, why make New Year’s Resolutions when for me, a new year technically doesn’t start until March 22?

So here we go.

Tracy’s Resolutions: Year Thirty-One

  • Give up drinking alcohol for the year
  • Try to learn how to love even the worst parts of myself.
  • Make at least one new friend.
  • Don’t think you’re a failure if you don’t manage the above.

Why the alcohol thing?

Why not?

I don’t tend to drink a lot of alcohol, which means that when I do, there’s usually a reason. And it’s usually a bad reason. I turn to drink for the same reasons I turn to food: anger, guilt, hatred. At myself. It’s a coping mechanism.

I had a bottle of Crabbie’s Alcoholic Ginger Beer in the fridge that’d been in there for about three months (maybe more), and I drank that last night while eating my dinner, and whether it’s because I don’t drink a lot now, or because of the pills I’m on (another good reason not to drink!), but even just that little amount – 4% alcohol, 500ml – had me a little lightheaded. Coming from a former alcohol, that’s… incredible.

Mostly, though, it’s the pills. If nothing else, it’s a good excuse, hah.

The rest, I think, are self-explanatory.

I spend far too much time, which could otherwise be spent being productive, being completely counter-productive. And I’d quite like someone in this neck of the woods, of my own age, to…

Well, I’m not entirely sure what to do. What do people do when they’re friends and live near one another? The last time that happened, I was still into the club/bar scene. Or in high school.

Oh my, how times have changed.

(I also have this plan to totally invade America and just live illegally in my friend’s loft. That’d work, too. /laughing)

As a wee random added fun piece:

Happy birthday, Tracy! from Google

I went to Google (obviously to search for something), and laughed, “Ha! Google’s celebrating my birthday!” But when I hovered over to see what the celebration was (550th birthday of the sponge cake, maybe?)… they, uh. Actually ARE celebrating my birthday. I’ve never seen anyone mention them do this before!

6 thoughts on “In Which Tracy Turns Thirty-One”

  1. Happy Birthday! And yes, cake is allowed on ones birthday. Losing weight and being healthy is about portion control and smart choices. I’m glad you allowed yourself to enjoy tit.

    1. Thank you! I enjoyed it beyond belief – the cake was really lovely. πŸ™‚ And I’ve saved myself another wee bit for the next time I go up to my parents’ house, too, so I can look forward to that.

  2. Happy Birthday for the 22nd! I love following your blog and am itching to know how you went at your interview. I am in Australia so am far ahead time wise so I’ll have to wait patiently for your update πŸ™‚

    1. Ahhh! In all the madness, I didn’t get to reply to your comment before I threw the computer through the wall yesterday. Sorry about that. πŸ™ (It took me about four hours to write that post up, in between running around doing house things and making food and dodging an insane cat.)

      I feel like the interview went fine – it was seriously only ten minutes long (they actually timed it!) – and I now have to wait for an email to be called for a face-to-face. And then I get to be nervous and panicky all over again, haha!

      Thank you for the birthday wishes. πŸ™‚ Much appreciated. <3

  3. I’m interested to know about your results and experience with Phentaslim. Were you able to lose a significant amount of weight or did it suppress your appetite?

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