It's About Time...

...No, I am not leaving blogspot.

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It gets to a point in the year where you slowly shutdown. I am at that point.

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Work has been great. The company is blowing up on a massive scale. I intend to blow with them.

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Battling with my weight. Again.

I hear when you're happy you gain weight. *KMT*

Why is it so hard to lose the last 5kg? ......So, it’s on to weights and some cardio.

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Found myself in a bridal shower last Sunday.

The girls in Lagos leave me speechless all the time. I quickly ran back home after winding my waist to Olekun for 2 minutes *wink*

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It’s Tv season. Fringe Rocks!!!!

Of course life can’t be complete without weekly doses from the Upper Eastside & Wisteria Lane.

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And I believe I’ve made only 3 dresses out of my six. I really need to learn how to sew.

Tailors can be so annoying.

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I am tired. I need a break. I need a holiday. I need time away from the hustle.

So………..I’m packing my bags and whipping my hair back and forth!!!!!

Mission Impossible II

So,

Busy- food- loving ~Sirius~ embarked on a mission to lose some good weight! 

Yes.

 I say I'm fat  at UK12 weighing 75kg or 165 lbs and 5”7 tall. I started out with her detox, eating everything fresh. Let's just say I attempted about 3 times before I finally went past day 1. My saving grace: I love fruits and vegetables, so that made it easier for me, by day 5 I had dropped 4kg! which made all the difference in the dress I wore to the event.  

Ironically, once determination kicks in, all the good food in the world becomes available.  I sat there with 3 course meals over my head and under my nose, I looked away, drank water and ate the cucumbers in the ~The Mister’s~ chapman. *hiss.

There was no way I’d lose focus, not right now, Do you know how hard it is to get even 1kg off!

Seeing the progress, I wasn't going to let it slip, so I registered with a gym, working out myself wasn't really working out (pun intended). After my busy day at the office- I head straight to the gym (Please, I cannot even imagine wasting my money), it was hard during the first few days, I expected that, after all it had been 6 long years I walked into a gym.  

I have a goal weight I intend to achieve, 5-6 kg lower than where I would like to stabilize. My eating habits have gone back to 100% healthy- No carbonated drinks -can't remember the last time I had one anyway, no fried foods, can't eat after 7pm, more fruits and vegetables during the course of the day, No White rice & white bread! That's the devil behind our bulgy lower abdomen.

I have set my eyes on sexy young mothers recently, and I have a good picture in my head how I want to look too, but that's not good enough. I've lost a total of 8kg (17.6lbs)- a lot if you ask me. I’m pretty impressed with my determination. ~The Mister~ cannot hide his appreciation of my new figure, in fact he has started screaming, “~Sirius~, Please do not overdo this thing” LOL!

But a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.

I'm half way there, and this is where the hard part begins, losing so little at a time, patience and perseverance are my new best friends :-)

Mission: Sexy ~Sirius~ MUST be accomplished.

Have a splendid weekend people!

Mission Impossible I

Saw all the comments you left. Thanks for the condolence, and I’m definitely not marrying any hook up!

My lifestyle is undergoing a makeover and it started about two weeks ago. ~The Mister~ and I were heading towards his place when he said to me. “The office is part of an important event next weekend, and “We” are attending”-I said “sure, not a problem” He goes on to say “Sirius, what are you going to wear”

I froze.

He never says that.

Over the last couple of months he has watched me struggle with my weight, it was so bad that I’d cry, he would encouraged me, told me I could get rid of it if I tried. He knew looking fit and sexy was me, but somewhere along life’s course I’d lost it.

Rewind a year or two ago: Sirius (hermit by birth) was always out and about with “the girls”, from Shows, to Album Launches, Red carpet events, always in VIP, Style magazines, etc….. glamorous lifestyle, not by chioce.

Now: Sirius , living in my true form, fatter, less energetic retired socialite with a programmed weekend where all I do is chill, catch up on my TV series and movies with the ~The Mister~ while we bitch about what happened that week.

The truth is, a year ago my situation would have been- what dress to choose from because I would look Fab in any of them either way, but now it was; what dress would be able to cover my new midriff and ooze out the that level of sexiness I was once known for? And ~The Mister~ knew I was going to take that with a heavy heart.

Enough is enough I said to myself (It’s amazing what starts off a chain of events)- The next day, I was online and I bumped into her blog, and I’m like what the hell! If she can, I can too. I also saw Tyra’s new 30lbs weight loss reveal- I lost it! And that’s how I embarked on my mission.

Let’s just say, I had fun taking pictures at the event, even though it was a couple of days after I started out (I really wish I could put up a sexy Sirius picture, maybe someday), we had loads of fun, I looked and felt Fab.

Details of my Mission will be in my next post, as this one is long already.

It’s amazing what you can do when you are determined.

Have a Fab Week PEOPLE!!!

Scale of Thoughts

So I passed my French test................Yaaaay!

And no, I did not cheat. I got a well deserved 63/70. I just didn’t take my test until the last batch and by then after listening to different people revise out loud (which reminded me of those annoying girls in secondary school who had the habit of asking questions and reciting the answers in front of class or by the corridor in secondary school-Always making me feel like I was a dunce (Sadly, those questions always came out))

I still haven’t brought out a replacement handbag, I told my beloved sister about the incident, and she screamed, she screamed not because she was worried about me, but because she couldn’t imagine anyone taking away her “investment” of her handbag, No kidding I would scream too if my bag cost more than a plane ticket out of here. After which she turned White (A term I like to use when she forgets she grew up in this country and begins to complain like a Canadian, asking silly questions like how would she survive if she moved home.....*hiss )

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I stepped on a scale on Friday.......my jaw literally dropped.

My new weight had me doing a lot of soul searching. It’s funny the things in life that begin a chain of thoughts. I was a onetime weight loss guru- 6 years ago to be exact. And now I can’t get myself to lose 1 dress size. I’ve come to realize that the reason we lose track in life, fall out of line, or give up is because we lose our sense of DISCIPLINE.

(DISCIPLINE: the training to improve strength or self control.)

Discipline clearly indicates boundaries. Normally as humans we have boundaries for every aspect of our lives- the things we know we should do, the things we shouldn’t do, but we are usually carefree about them. And that’s where the problem is. I am obviously guilty of this crime.  

Tigeress's last post left me with a sour taste in my mouth. Even though it’s no new news that men........and women cheat. I can never understand why people would go through such lengths. Forget what they say “Guys cheat because they can” I say they cheat because the lack self discipline.

Speaking of which, I need to work on my self-discipline...........A married man in my office has been sending me text messages – (semi harmless) every morning and night ,in fact the morning texts wake me up sometimes. The fact that I know my boundaries doesn’t mean I should assume the next person knows his. A series of text messages everyday for over a month is just too much- And so, I showed him where the line is. Let’s hope he stays on his side.

So from now on its Self Discipline ‘r’ Us.

Starting with my eating habits......:-( goodbye biscuits, goodbye processed foods, eating late, and eating more :-( ......I’ll really miss you. My relationship with people (No more Miss Nice- I am putting everybody where they belong), and then my relationship. I happen to be too spoilt, stubborn and ALWAYS right *sheepish face.

When faced with having the right choice as the only choice, you realize that the right choice is indeed very hard to make.                          

                                     ~Sirius~

PS: Why is it that at one point you feel so sure and so strongly about something , then the doubts begin to creep in, and then you ask yourself “Is this what I want?”