I had my final weigh in last week, and.... (drum roll please)... my final weight was 90.8kg! This is super exciting because: a) I'm less than 1kg off being in the 80's weight range (yes, this IS a big deal), and b) I didn't cave and eat the entire confectionery aisle in Woolworths just before weigh in! I was good.. really good, and the final result showed that. So in 3 weeks and 3 days, I pissed off 5.6kg. UN-BLOODY-REAL. Now because throughout this blog I have based my weight off my own scales, I made sure I weighed in on these too so I was being as accurate as possible. My scales showed my weight at 89.8kg! Which is just insane for me to comprehend, but I'll celebrate properly when both sets of scales reflect the '8' in front ;)
Now I said I would post in here on Wednesday after my weigh in, but I really wanted to hold off. Why? Because our bootcamp break up was happening on Saturday and I truly believed this would be much more worthy of a blog post.. and I was right. Saturday rolled around and at 8am, I was in the hairdresser's seat ready to get my 'do did. I had the BFF in tow as we saw Tash work her magic on us. In the most professional of senses of course (for anyone looking for an AMAZING hairdresser - Obsidian on Brunswick. Tash rocks my world!). From there it was onto make up - because at some point during the past 12 weeks I've turned into a white-m&m-demanding diva - and then we saw the finished product. We looked pretty darn impressive for two girls who had spent the last 3 months hauling ass all over the oval. Fortunately now we were both hauling a little less of it though ;) At 12pm we ventured into the unknown adventure of Jade Buddha, clad in gorgeous things from head to toe. I can safely tell you now that how we all looked did not at all match the drinking goddesses we held captive inside.
The second that bar tab opened, it was on. You know that moment when 'last drinks' is called, so you stock up, buying at least two drinks each visit to the bar because you're worried that's the last alcohol you'll ever touch in your life? Well that's how we all approached this... from the first five minutes. These girls were stunning. I'm talking Hollywood glamour, catwalk ready, fashion models. STUN-NING. And then the drinks started..
Mind you, I was just as bad. By 1pm I would have consumed three glasses of champagne, two vodka, soda and limes, and a Karma Sutra cocktail (HEY! Minds out of the gutters!). So it was GO TIME. What happened from here was unbelievable. I thought I could drink... and I stand by the fact that I can. But NEVER in my life have I met a group of people who can drink like these ladies. And that includes men. It was like an AA meeting gone horribly wrong. I was LOVING IT. The drinks were flowing, the food was VERY few and far between... but we had strawberries and limes in our drinks so we were practically eating anyway.. Roll around 2pm and we've spent our bar tab. Yep, we went through so much alcohol so quickly that our four-hour tab was spent by 2pm. Fantastic effort by us I think! But the effects were starting to show...
There were bras on show, couch straddling, wigs and one girl turned into a German woman named Helga. It was pretty much the day we had all dreamed of for so long (I emphasise 'day' because it's important to remember we are currently the only people in Brisbane who are this drunk in daylight). The shenanigans continued with photo bombing, kissing the trainers, some needing to be held up by the trainers... It was good. The party moved from Jade Buddha to the Stock Exchange where they proceeded to pour free drinks. Yes, that's right. FREE. In hindsight, I am entirely grateful that I did not take up this offer for drinks. After an hour or two, BFF and I migrated to the valley. So as you can see by now, our night continued to downgrade in class... All the way to Magic City. HAHA. We proceeded to drink again and at approximately 11:30pm after KILLING IT on the dance floor (In my mind, I was pretty much Beyonce by this stage), we headed off home. There's only so many barely dressed 18 year old's that I can tolerate in one night.
Getting into the taxi was the first time I actually realised I was druuuunk. I remember being corrected at least three times that his name was Jarred, not Gerard as I continued to call him all the way home. I don't recall directing him at all, even when he asked me to, and I realised sometime later that I never actually received my correct change back. This isn't really that surprising, but it's relevant to note that at the time of getting out of the cab, I thought he had actually given me $10 too much. So my act of sneaking away with the 'extra money' was a complete and utter failure because it NEVER EXISTED. Getting inside my apartment, I proceeded to make toast. In the time of putting the bread in and hearing it finish, I had actually forgotten I had put toast in. I was over the moon when I discovered my toast two minutes later. Now this is where it gets bad...
I used my hands to butter the toast. No word of a lie. Using the handle 5cm from where my toast was to obtain a knife was all too hard. So the hands it was. And no, I did not use one finger like a knife/digging implement as some would reasonably think... I scrunched the butter in my fingertips and proceeded to 'draw' on the toast with the butter. Like it was a pen. HOW OLD AM I?! I continued this approach (which seemed genius at the time) for both pieces of toast. I then decided this was too messy for the peanut butter and vegemite - AND GOT A KNIFE! So I've created an entire mess, butter smeared everywhere, and then feel like a knife is appropriate. After completing my toast masterpiece and eating only one piece, I dragged my sorry ass to bed with the remaining piece (this was eaten sometime later when I woke up again). I did the whole 'one eye sideways text' because using two eyes made my head spin and I couldn't read it and fell asleep.
At 6:30am I was up and after feeling great for the first hour, I deemed it appropriate to stand in the shower and contemplate the meaning of life for 30 minutes. All while someone was waiting for me to meet them for breakfast. Breakfast ended up being sublime and although my very fresh apple juice started to ferment and look like something I was capable of bringing back up, I soldiered on with my day... that ended with two pillows, a doona, a couch, three movies and some Ben & Jerry's. I REGRET NOTHING!
My week 4 and week 12 comparison photos:
And (clearly early) photos from the break up party - including my amazeball trainers and my beautiful BFF Alicia!
Starting weight: 101.6kg
Current weight: 90.8kg
Total weight lost: 10.8kg
