The Diet Begins. . .

So I started Lite n' Easy today. It's something I've been meaning to do for some time but I've always come up with some perfectly reasonable sounding excuse, such as "I can't really afford it", "I can make all that at home" and "I bet I won't like the food". But after moving to Brissy and gaining around 7kg, I figured it's time to get control of the situation.

First - I can afford it. When you add up the coke & french toast brekkies, the varied lunches complete with yet another coke, and the dinners I almost never cook at home and end up buying expensive take-out because of my odd working hours - I'm fairly sure I'm spending well over $20 a day on food, and that's if I don't buy myself a yummy caramel latte or decide on something like Chinese or sushi for dinner (Why are the healthier options always so much more expensive?). So for less than that, I can get a calorie and portion controlled menu of three meals a day plus morning and afternoon tea. Do the math B. I can't believe I've been this stupid.

I also can't make everything they provide in their meal plans at home. I costed doing a 1 week grocery shop to include everything that is on the menu and it is fair to say it is completely ri-donk-ulous. Not only can I not buy just one fruit muffin or individual serving sized tomato salsa from the supermarket - the prep time would be hell and I would need a freezer the size of a queen sized bed if I wanted to freeze the extra bread, muffins etc for later weeks. Combined with the fact that my partner does not eat anything that isn't a potato or was previously a walking, breathing animal - the amount of food wastage would be huge. As my Nan always used to tell me, "Think of all the starving children in Ethiopia who would love what you leave on your plate". The day someone starts a supermarket marketed to singles that sells only individual sized servings - I'm buying a butt-load of shares. Hell, if I had the capital I'd start one myself.

Cleaning Out and Reminiscing

I was running out of valuable drive space on my laptop so I decided to undertake a full clean-out of all the crap that's accumulated on here over the past year. Among the clearing out of programs we never use and the deletion of movies we've seen or turned out to be Asian porn under the guise of Pirates of the Caribbean, I decided to also review and clear out the Photos folder (how many self-portraits of my new haircut do I actually need?).

While in there, I found a charming black and white photo taken at my 18th birthday of three particular guys in attendance. I'm ashamed to say that the first thought that came to my mind was "I've fucked everyone in that photo". I'm not ashamed of the fact that this is true, but more so that I obviously must have much more pertinent and valued memories of each of these people.

For example, the first guy was unbelievably funny (although sometimes to my embarrassment) and he really was my first love. The second was a wonderfully sensitive and open-minded man who was, and is still, truly a wonderful friend. In fact, had distance not become such a barrier (we lived almost 700km from each other) I believe the relationship would have lasted much longer than it did. The third guy, well, he and I did not actually "date". We went to school together for a time and he was one of my closest friends, my defender and my all-round knight in shining armor. All three, are wonderful people.

It's Saturday Again. . .

It's Saturday again and I've finally got around to writing my first blog entry.

First things first, I never thought about giving this blog any particular "direction". It's not about food, money, kids (I don't have any), sex or dating, and it's not dedicated to my cat. I find it fun and interesting to read about other people's lives, and I thought it might be some-what therapeutic to write down things about my own. 

Secondly, this blog is probably not suitable for children. While I have no intention of filling every entry with crass stories about my sex life or using the word "fuck" consistantly enough to rival a rapper, I am an adult and as such, so are the themes of this blog. I can't guarantee everything is going to be PG. I also can't promise not to ramble incoherent bullshit from time to time. But, hopefully it will be adequately amusing. I hope I'll be here for your enjoyment.

So, why Beautiful Enigma? Well, once upon a time an ex-boyfriend of mine told me I'm some sort of glorious mystery he couldn't describe or decipher. I was out-going and friendly but reserved and conservative all at the same time. I play my cards close to my chest, but I'll tell anyone anything about myself if I think it is relevant to the conversation or could be potentially helpful advice in a sticky situation (my 1st year university business communications tutor said I have problems with "Self Disclosure" - more on that later). All-in-all he summed me up as a "Beautiful Enigma" - the perfect riddle. When creating this blog, I decided I would like to remain some-what anonymous in an attempt to protect the innocent (and the guilty) and I've always liked the description and the connotation of the term in reference to me. It feels personal, comfortable and most of all, pretty damn accurate. So here we are. 

Finally, I'm new to this blogging game so if you have any advice - leave me a comment. I'd love to hear it.

x B