This is neither here nor there, but I am writing it down for posterity: when I get to 175 (five down from current weight) I am buying myself a bottle of my favorite oh-so-expensive Tom Ford perfume. I love it, every time I am in an airport duty free shop I spritz it and think to myself “I deserve this, I should buy this” but I never have worked up the courage to spend that kind of money. So, at 175, I will definitely deserve it.
Why yes, I have been up since 4am…………..
Back in DC, feels great. My company is putting me up in a hotel near the office until I find a permanent spot, but the hotel doesn’t serve breakfast, gasp! That just means I will have to go next-door to my favorite guilty pleasure, bagel-egg-and-cheese sandwich from the deli next to the office. Translation- after today I am buying yogurt and cereal for the mini fridge.
My feet are killing me, walking around the city makes me realize how little I actually walked in Kabul, I am loving it. I am giving myself two days to sort life out and get out of this jet lag and then the running begins again.
I am so much better at reaching my non-weight related goals. I of course could to better, but I am mostly happy with where I am professionally, financially, maintaining friendships. I suppose I credit a lot of that with luck though, but they are definitely areas where my efforts are fruitful. But I have been chubby forever. I guess what I am trying to tell myself is that with this move, it is time to re-prioritize. Add in health to that list and make it score equally with work and friends.
Why yes, I did just calculate how much my new place in DC would cost and how if I save money on my housing I can afford a trainer. Go me.
Hmm, I would also like a housecleaner too though… ugh. Perks of living in Kabul? Cleaning ladies.
When I said I wanted to own less junk? I was talking about everything BUT clothes. After working in a place where clothes must be super-modest, and shoes get eaten alive, all I can think about is wearing pencil skirts and super high heels. Can’t wait. Plus, they will look really great when I lose those few pounds :)
Is it too late for another new years resolution? Cause I would like to own less junk. I am trying to pack up my teeny tiny one bedroom apartment and somehow over his past year I have accumulated a TON of junk. We are talking unused stickie notes, nail polish, cold medicine, TRUFFLE OIL? Who brings truffle oil to Afghanistan? This gourmet does evidently.
So, all I am shipping home are my beautiful rugs and hand-carved wood furniture and hopefully my cleaning ladies enjoy painting their nails while eating delicious truffled scrambled eggs.
Two days till I am back in the motha-land…
I don’t actually have any followers yet, so I don’t feel to guilty that I dropped off of the Tumbler scene for six weeks. I was on vacation, then back to the U.S. for a family funeral, and as soon as I got back to Kabul I was hit with work-drama.
So, the important details- I am 180.4 and moving back to Washington, D.C.
I have completely stopped going to the gym, and have not been eating particularly well, so I guess I should be grateful that I have somehow lost one pound over the past month. I will have to get back on track when I get to D.C. in two days…
In other news, Zanzibar is lovely, absolutely blissful. I had maybe too much alone time on the trip to get wrapped up in my own head, but that can be good once in a while.
First thing I will do when I get back is get a scale and keep you updated, oh readerless blog. I expect I will have to start from scratch for the couch-to-5-k. Maybe I will look into a race that is in two months and use that as motivation… ew, June can already be pretty hot. We’ll see.
