Bedsharing

There is one thing about relationships that I do not miss; sleeping in the same bed as someone else. I am what you could call anti-social and anti-cuddly when I am about to sleep. I have never ever liked sleeping in the same bedroom as someone else. Can you imagine the school trips and alike? *chills* I am fussy, I hate other peoples sounds in bed; breathing, writhing, tossing, coughing, snoring, sneezing, blowing nose, and teeth grinding. However, there is more to add to the reasons of why I don't like sharing bedroom. I don't like other people:

• hearing MY sounds
• see me twist and turn like there's no tomorrow
• hearing me blow my nose, because there's just that little tiny "thing" in there I can't get out, and it annoys the flipping daylights out of me
• Snoring and gasping for air when I stop breathing in my sleep
• Sniffing nose spray like it's good for me...
• Hearing me talk in my sleep, and I do this A LOT! (just ask my ex, I even have my own language)
• seeing me smearing myself in with a gazillion creams, one of reach body part, (and it is imperative to me that this actually happens in bed; there's no other place it can be done!!)
• seeing me getting up time and time again to try to remove minuscule grains of sand that a normal eye couldn't see, even if their lives depended on it; however, my body feels it, and my eye can see it. (I am the real life Princess and the Pea)
• hearing me cough like I am trying to conjure a hairball the size of a melon
• seeing me clip my toenails in bed, and throw them on the floor to pick up the day after, only to forget... I am disgusting! :-) (I do remove them eventually!)
• hearing me talk to myself and day dreaming and fantasising before drifting into dreamville. And lots more.

So, I guess what I am trying to say is that I am not a smidge better myself. I might even be worse. I might even be a living horrendous nightmare to sleep beside. So, I guess I am admitting that I truly feel more sorry for the person who ends up next to me, rather than for myself... I hope that I more than make up for all these nightly terrors in other ways though ;-)

What I can't understand also, is those folks who actually have one big duvet/cover that they share in a tiny bed. Oh dear God, I am serious. How could this be a fact? If my ex brushed against me while sleeping I would first of all wake up, and if it happened before I fell asleep I would feel annoyed because it tickled me. She was the same, so we slept on a BIG bed and on each our own edge... I need my own duvet, as I like to curl it all around my body, around my toes and up with my face. I see in films and TV-series that couples fight over the duvet. Stop it! So silly. There's an easy and beautiful solution to your problem; buy two duvets!

I am very annoyed with blogger at the moment. ALL my comments, well as good as all, have disappeared from my blog. And this has happened for the year 2006, the year I got to know most of my great blog friends. I went back to find out the exact date for the start of my friendship with wonderful Laura, but no comment. Bugger! I am extremely vexed by it. I know I didn't delete anything!! And I was even planning on making my blog a book with comments and all, for me to enjoy in my 80-90s. Grrr...

So, 50 kilos lost. I am doing very well also. I am content! My project is still in its infancy, but very much alive. I hope to one day be the bearer of bloody brilliant news on that subject! I think I am getting more food in as well. Now I only need to really get off my arse to do more exercise. It's hard to get starting, but I have done some in the last week. I love taking walks in the out an about, so why don't I do it more? Good question. Hard answer.

I just need to clarify; I LOVE cuddling and all sorts of intimacy, just not when I am going to sleep. Just so you don't think I am scared of being touched... :-) 

I shall go now. My heart goes out to Elise who lost a very dearly loved uncle recently. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.

Smothering hugs - Monsoon

Sharing a couple of picture of two recent walks; one by the sea and one in the forest

Cleaning out my closet

Hoist the flag, call the BBC and CNN, hold the front page; for I have blogged twice in ONE week!!! I actually surpass myself here. :-) 

The sun is out, yet it's awfully cold for the end of June. It surely doesn't look like we're getting any nice and warm weather. I'll survive, but I feel sorry for the many Norwegians having worked as crazy for a year, looking forward to a vacation with warm, inspiring and "battery-charging" weather, and then it doesn't happen... 

I so envy my friend Irene and her family. They are on vacation in England now. It sounded like such a terrific and enjoyable vacation. I am, like stated before, quite a big Anglophile, and yet I've never really been there. I've been to the United Kingdom, as I've been in Northern-Ireland, but that's it. If we don't count the airports in London, and we don't. Well at least I've trod on English soil. Seriously, I MUST go there very soon. It's only a short flight for me, so. Plus I have a great Norwegian friend who has emigrated to England (London), and also one dear blogfriend in Scotland as well. Lots to see, lots to do! And, yesterday I took a test on facebook that asked "What is your Euro-persona?", and mine said British, so then it must be true; me and Britain go together really well. ;-) 

I've thrown a lot of useless baggy clothes today, really cleaning out my closet. (If they weren't literally falling apart, I would have given them to the Salvation army for them to sell, but they are brittle...) They look like tents when I put them on now. Make me look fatter than I am, and I don't want that now! It felt almost cathartic to throw them out. Good riddance, bygones, and never again! Just had to share this photo. Even my clothes have been on a diet, apparently. *lol* 

When I laid them down beside each other I could see the difference. The green one was found crumpled in the dresser, so excuse the creased look. Also this one was quite tight when I was at my biggest, and I had to sit in a "yoga position" with the t-shirt like on this picture,

to widen it so that it wouldn't look like a bathing suit on me. (yes, that IS me... I'm acting really silly, I guess it was because I was only just out of bed... I have an inclination to be a bit peculiar, jocular and mad first thing in the morning) The blue one fits just perfectly now. Not too wide nor too tight. Can't wait for that to be too big as well. 

Still feeling upbeat and content, and I intend for things to stay that way for a while. 

Now I am going to tidy while I listen to music and sing out loudly! 

Beam me up baby

It goes up and down in life, doesn't it. I watched a very wise quote on a friend's facebook status today; "This is one moment in your life. It's not going to define who you are". I thought that was a very significant thing to remember, especially for me. I think I many times have defined myself based upon minuscule moments of my life. Like the one decision, one feeling, one thought etc that happened in the fraction of a second. How flipping stupid is that!? I think we can conclude with; very! I will really try to stop being that mean to myself. It is just such a silly thing. Why be my own worst enemy!? I am sure there are enough people out there not giving a shite about me, and I don't think it is wise I should be one of them. Don't you agree?

I have had Rosen therapy today. It is my aunt who is a Rosen therapist. Seriously, it is the best so-called alternative treatment I have ever had. I never thought I'd feel any difference, because I kind of didn't believe in it to be frank. But boy was I wrong, and I admit I was wrong. Over the past two months I haven't had any, because my aunt has moved (just down the road form me) and has been insanely busy with final exams in the Rosen method +++. My whole body has, both physically and emotionally, deteriorated rapidly in those months. So I am really glad that I will be able to have this treatment on a regular basis again. Phew!

But, sometimes one just has to allow oneself to regret certain things. Even if the decisions didn't define me, they certainly impacted my whole life. I regret my choice of profession. I regret not being honest about my inner truths. I regret being a fucking imbecile when I was younger; not following my dreams. I regret being sick of school, and just wanting to work. I regret not moving to do the thing I actually could have managed without too much hassle, and which is also the profession I have wanted for almost the whole duration of my life. When I was barely 6 I sat reading in a historical encyclopaedia at home, (which happened quite frequently according to my mum) and my eyes grew bigger and bigger. I was SO into it. Both my mum and I remember this vividly, as we actually just talked about it the other day. I gazed up on my mum and said these words; "when I grow up I want to be the person who digs after secrets from the olden times down in the ground". Did I make that happen? A resounding noooo is the answer. Oh how I wish I had. Instead I made excuses and shat on the oldest dream I have. I REALLY regret that. If I were a rich person, or came from money, I'd do it now. I'd take those five years and make it true... However, it is too late. It really is. So I have to make the most of being a social worker and make that my new dream. I think I will be a great social worker, I do. Archaeology, arts crafts and history can without a doubt still be a huge part of my life. I have promised myself to look for summer courses and/or similar stuff, on the subjects, and then attend them. I can educate myself also, and I will.

I feel surprisingly upbeat actually. I can't disclose why, or, I won't... I know it is dreadfully bad of me to say that and then not give away more, but this is something I want to keep to myself. For a rare change! Life is looking quite bright right now, and I only hope it will last.

Much love xxx

Messy annoying loving mind

There are a lot of things going on in me at the moment. In my mind, but also in my heart and soul. I am looking for my place on this beautiful earth of ours. To be honest I can't find it!! Everything just feels broken right now. I don't want to get into it all, but I need to just NOT be like this anymore. I have been feeling more and more that Norway isn't the place for me. I feel drawn. Very much so. Drawn towards "better", more exciting places with nicer weather. I don't feel there's anything for me here. I'm not saying that by moving, for a little while, or for good, would make my life perfect, but I am positive it would be better, and that is all I ask. I have loathed winter since I was a kid, I don't like cold weather, and I don't like what the cold weather does to us here in the North.

There's not much I'd miss of my daily life, if I left. Really. If I could convince my family to move with me, I'd move in a jiffy and "never" look back. Many of my best friends don't live close by, and I only see them a few times a year anyway so, and they are all married (except one) and have kids, or kids on the way. Our lives are so different, and I find it harder and harder to relate to their lives. How can I, when I've never had what they have, and I am not sure I even want it. At least they can easier relate to my situation, as some years ago they were there themselves. But I think once you "un-single" yourself there's no way back. Immediately you are a couple, joined at the hips like Siamese twins, and when kids are added to that, the single friend and her/his life feels miles and miles away... I think that the fact of the matter is that we are somehow drifting away from each other. As little as I want that to be true, it just happens when our lives are so far apart. I guess it is just life taking its course... It's not that I don't love them and care about them, and they me, but it feels different, and it feels like drifting, I think... Hard to explain. It is always nice and good to meet up though, when we do.

I have written about it before, but it is Australia that is enticing me with its beauty, wilderness, active outdoorsy lifestyle, weather and vast land. I have always had a soft spot for Aus. Not to mention; I have a profession in need down there and could earn just as much, and yet pay half as much in tax, less rent/mortgage AND much much cheaper food. From what I have seen on several "cost of living" calculators and such, the food is generally more than half that of Norway, and sometimes a third. The three things I eat the most of are: fish, meat and vegetables, and they are the cheapest types of food there. Here they are the most expensive I think. In other words, I could save quite a substantial amount of money by living there. I have found the city/area to which I want to move. It is in South Australia and it is called Adelaide. I would like to live in an up and coming area called Port Adelaide I think. It is still quite cheap, as it isn't THE hippest place. But who cares about hip or not, as long as it isn't a really rough area. It's not like I am hip at all!! This is an aerial photo of Port Adelaide. LOVE all the water canals and the beach also...

















Bob is SO strong at the moment... Grrr... Another thing I want to get way from. I just want to cry, and the lump in my throat has grown all day. I am sad actually, and I feel really lonely for some reason. Thankfully it will go away, and I will be positive again. Since he obviously isn't going to be mine, I want to un-love him. Unfortunately moving to Aus won't help with that, as I can't sell or leave behind my thoughts. I wish I could. Bury them in the garden and never feel it again. Aaah, the peace. But perhaps the distance will help a little? A new life, a new country, a new house, city, people etc, could certainly take my mind off it all. There would be so many new things to get accustomed to that my mind would be filled with that instead.

I don't want to write any more; it's all so negative... Except about Aus; me like. <3

Venting

I've been thinking about guys and relationships a lot lately. Seeing as almost every person I know is married with/without kids or in a relationship. It is not that unusual when you're going on 36, but then why does it feel so unattainable for me? It's just a feeling I have. It's telling me to just get used to the idea of pure singleness in the future and forever. Like the years to come don't hold anything good in that particular department store for me. I met the man of my dreams, yes, he is, 5,5 years ago. He is married though, and it will never happen. I used to call him Bob in this blog, and here I am at it again. Why can't my sad sad heart, soul, body and mind stop seeing, smelling, sensing and hearing him wherever I go? Why can't it just be over? I haven't even seen the damn guy in 4 years. I feel so fucking pathetic. But then I know that when it comes to love, no one is pathetic. We can't really help what the heart wants. Lord knows I've tried my best to push him and his lovely ways put of my body, but for some odd, and totally unexplainable reason, he sticks like bad chewing gum on a sweater. I have had better months and weeks when he wasn't AS apparent, but in the last two months he has resurfaced completely. One night I woke up five times during the night, and every time I had dreamt about him. When the morning came I was exhausted and just lied in bed silently crying because of the pain it gives me to "have to see him" in my dreams, when all I really want to do is to forget... but I can't forget, well, duh, obviously. And that bugs me. It is like a scene from the lovely film "Four wedding and a funeral", when Fiona says something similar to this to Charlie; It's you Charles, it's always been you, and for as long as I like you no one else stands a chance". Yeah, there it is. That is the awful truth. It does not help when people say things like; Oh you'll meet that special one when you least expect it, you'll get over him, you just have to stop thinking about him, he is married, get over it, he is too old for you anyways, he's a granddad for God's sake, I am sure you'll meet someone, there's someone out there for you, just be patient... Like I don't know this? I am not stupid, nor am I ignorant. But I know this; due to him I now know what true, strong and lasting love feel like inside. And I also know that love isn't something that magically goes away with the flick of a switch. I wish it did, but that it not how it works. And it is scary shit I'm telling you. It frightens me every day when I wake up, and his face is the first I see, as his face is all I won't get. Is frightens me that when I think, and dream, about possible future boyfriends all I see is him, because how will I find someone else when he so obviously holds everything inside me still!? Trust me, I have had other boyfriends, and I have always been able to shift them away eventually, so it's not like I haven't tried and succeeded before. I do know how to do it, but this time nothing seems to work. I think he has put a spell on me, just so that I will stay tortured for the remains of my life. *lol*

Nowadays I feel old tired and weary. I hope it will go away. I am not positive. I want to be though.

I know you are probably all sick of Bob, but what can I say? This is me, this is how I feel, and this is me sharing it. 

Some words I threw together: 

In there

In the weeping grass, that’s where I will be
In the eyes of a child, that’s where you will find me
Forever swept into your heart
In the songs you listen to, that’s where I will be
In the hidden secrets, that’s where you will find me
Perpetually entwined between the words they speak
The things they convey in sad lines of ink
In the shouting silence of
words not written, words not spoken, words not thought
That’s where I will be

Here I go again, with nothing to write about

Just a little update I guess. In the 6 weeks since my last post I've lost another 10 kilos (22 lbs), and so in total 42,5 kilos and 93,5 lbs. I am going to do something I've never done before. I am going to show the horrible truth of my "fattest" face. I warn you; I do look shockingly horrible. Honestly I look like a pig, because where are my eyes!?! *chills* Plus how fucking miserable do I look?! So I will show you three pictures of myself. The two first ones are from my 30th year in 2004. I weighed 6 kilos less than when I peaked at an even higher level of "fatness" in 2009. Strangely enough I don't have any photos of when I was at my fattest ever, like I said, in 2009. Oh I wonder why! I am, needless to say, still obese, but at least I am much better. I guess even you can see the difference. Yes, the age has crept upon me as well, but hey, it's a long way from 30 to soon 36, so be nice! :-) The third one is of me two days ago. A very honest picture of me somehow, with my red skin under my eyebrows, with eczema in them. Yum! (not!) This is me on a typical day wearing no make-up except mascara from the day before...

I feel my life is a bit pre-occupied by this whole journey. Eating still takes up a lot of my days. How weird does that sound? I am sure I do have many things to say and to write about, it's just that they don't surface... So I am blank. I hope it will get better.

I hope also that this post finds you all well and dandy!

Much love xxx <3>

Single white female seeking... Yes wha!?

In the last days I've been having a "Sex and the city" marathon. I borrowed the whole series on DVD from my sister in law. Somehow this is the first time I really get this series. Before, it was just an OK series, but now I actually adore it. It is a great show about true and lasting friendship between four quite different women, who despite their differences stick it out with each other. They're always trying their best at understanding each other. They love, fight, hate and argue, but make up. Needless to say, it is also about love, relationships and sex too. Which of course brought thoughts regarding my own apparent singleness. Do I like it or do I hate it? I think both. Sometimes I wish I had someone by my side to support me and stuff. And let's not forget; someone to have sex with! Man!! In that department single really sucks. Especially since I am not like the girls form "Sex and the city" who can have one night stands and more "loose/short-lived encounters". But then in the next minute I embrace the freedom that it is being single. No man clinging to the computer or watching 6 hours of sports every day, which makes me having to fight for some attention. Now I can do what I want, whenever I want. So why the fuck don't I do something exciting? I do the same things day in and day out. Eat, grocery shop, write, listen to music, sleep and spend some time with friends. Could it be less risky? I know I limit myself thoroughly because of the weight, but for goodness sake, this must stop! I will probably need some time. Another thing Sex and the city has brought me is the lust for a fag (cigarette). I quit cold turkey 6 years ago, and I haven't had one tiny taste of it since then, except the odd inhalation of smoke when someone standing close to me is smoking... I have to keep it that way, or I will definitely start for real again. I became addicted to smoke immediately when I started. I went from 0 to 10 in day. Smart move!

I have been insanely restless today. Like within myself, not outwards, the way I wrote about in my last post. I think things are changing, and it is scary. I am changing. My wants and hopes for the future changes. And, in all fairness, it can be a lot to deal with. I am not dark or anything, just a tad confused and weird.

Well, that's all. Just a tiny post. The snow is finally gone, and I have lost 32,5 kilos. 

Much love xxx

Winter, please no more!!

So it's been a while, hasn't it?! I am a bad blogger. I have been thinking about giving it up all together. I feel I don't have anything to say really. It is just all about me, and my not so exciting life. There's nothing fun, extraordinary or anything like that happening here. Everything is like it has "always" been, the only change is that I seemed to have lost my ability to be funny in any sort of way. Sad isn't it?! Anywhoooo... Over two months since my last entry, and since I am writing this I guess I made it through the surgery of January 5th. There were a complications during surgery due to my small intestine. It wasn't stretchable or movable at all. They operated for 3,5 hours, and it usually takes just 1 hour. The surgeon was deadly worried, and kept calling the ward all night from his home to hear how I was doing. Luckily I was all right. My throat has NEVER been drier mind you. It was drier than the Sahara desert, I am telling you. It was difficult to breathe! It was the worst thing about it. NO liquid for over two days for me, because I had to wait to do x-rays. Due to the complications. When I finally could drink I nearly cried. I can assure you water is my chosen drink these days. I LOVE it. Never underestimate what pain can do to change you... Some of you might want to hear if I have lost weight. Yes, I have. In total 30 kilos. ( 66,1 lbs) Which includes the tome after surgery and the diet I went on prior to the surgery. Since I came home, which is 9 weeks tomorrow, the weight have shed at a very slow phase, I think. I have lost around 11 kilos in those 9 weeks. Not a whole lot when I constantly read about post gastric bypass patients who lose 47 kilos in 12 weeks. I have felt very sad about it at times, plus stressed and frustrated too. Now though, I have decided to not give a fuck. Apparently this is the phase my body wants to lose weight, and so I have accepted it. I do everything I should, and I weigh and write down all food I eat. I follow the program 100 %, and so there isn't anything else I can do really. I take one kilo at a time, and set tiny goals. 200 grams more lost and I have met the next one. Yay.

I am extremely restless at the moment. Not within the flat and so, but outwards, like out of this country. I am constantly thinking about emigrating to another country. I know I can use my education as a social worker in other countries too, it is after all a Bachelor's degree. I just hate snow, and we've had snow now for three months straight. Tons of it, and with freezing temperatures too. I want a more mild climate, where an outdoorsy lifestyle is easier. Where people spend more time outside, socialising and such things, like on a normal basis. The best thing would be if I met someone who shared my dreams of emigrating. It would be easier with someone else there. I am not scared of doing things alone, but with making such a huge life decision it would be cool to have someone secure to turn to if things feel bad from time to time. You know what I mean!? Maybe I should go out of my way to find a friend/boy/girlfriend who wants to move. Yes. I have one friend who emigrated to the UK, London, like 4-5 years ago, and she does not regret. (from what I have understood at least) I have two countries I am considering, one English speaking and one Spanish... It certainly would be easier with the English speaking one, as I am somewhat fluent.

Here's some pictures of the hated snow. Some days made it impossible to drive! Argh!