Hey ladies!
So I've been all over the place lately, but one place I haven't been is here. And I think it's time I came back to the forum-equivalent of a good look-in-the-mirror!
As far as my weight goes, I've been eating like garbage, for months. Thankfully, my metabolism seems to have decided it's relatively happy AROUND this weight, so I'm only up to 144.4 lbs. Even so, if I keep eating the way I have been, things are not going to stay like this...
SO, the boy drama.
Last episode, I was starting to date that Beautiful British boy that I met at the pub down in Toronto.
He and I saw each other every weekend for about a month and a half, and it was really great. We got along fabulously, he treated me like gold, and I was completely smitten. Probably a little too smitten. When I asked the age-old "where are we" type question, wondering if there was any step towards bf-gf on the horizon, he gave me the most shockingly non-committal answer in existence. So, I stopped putting the effort in and being the first person to call, or txt, or make plans... and I didn't hear from him for about a month.
Over the month of non-comm, Irish boy and I started talking again.
I don't know how many people have been around long enough to remember my relationship, and relationship-woes with Irish boy, but... Short recap: I lived in Ireland for 5 months, I met a guy there, he came and lived with me for a summer, I spent last Christmas there, we did the long-distance relationship for about a year and a half. Eventually, I broke up with him. He wasn't very affectionate, I never knew how he felt about me, and he wanted me to finish university (with my useless degree) and immediately pick up and move to Ireland, in with him. *I* wanted to go to college for my chosen career field before I moved anywhere. He and I had been a bit rocky anyhow, arguments over his lack of affection for me, arguments about him not being willing to meet me halfway on discussions like... if we stayed together, where would we spend Christmas, etc.
He fell apart, told me he loved me and would move to Canada for me when I ended things, but... I refused him, and cut off communications for about 7 months. That was in March.
Fast-forward to September. He and I start talking casually again. One of his buddies has broken up with his girlfriend of 6-years, and is moving to Toronto for a year on a work visa. And he's talked Irish boy into coming with him. So, Irish boy and I start talking again, and he basically talks me into him coming over from IRELAND for a few days in Toronto, which *I* made him promise was to be just for "fun." He had already given me the impression that he'd love to give things another shot, but he agreed to just a few days of fun.
.... well, it was a little bit too fun. He was like a different person. He totally opened up in ways that he never had before. He was cuddly, and affectionate, sweet, romantic, held my hand, he met a bunch of my friends and got along great with everyone, and damn did I forget how cute he is. Sitting over dinner with him, I just stared at him in awe and thought about how I proud I was that he was "mine" before hastily correcting myself mentally and realizing that he was NOT, in fact, mine.
It wasn't hard to convince me to give things another shot with him. I'm going into it INCREDIBLY skeptically, and VERY tentatively, knowing that *obviously* he was going to be perfect for the 4 days that he was here for... but I think I owe it to him and to my own feelings to see if there's anything there while he's here for a year. This time, I wouldn't be giving anything up to give things a shot with him... And we've had numerous talks about him meeting me half-way, and compromising, and he's done a complete 180.
And for chrissakes, he's so different now. Before, I couldn't tell how he felt about me at all. This time around, he told me when he got home from his trip:
"Ever since you broke up with me, not a single day has passed that I haven't thought about you, missed you, and wanted to have you in my arms. Ever since I went to see you in Toronto, I've never been more convinced that I love you."
So, that's the update. Beautiful British Boy started talking to me again recently, and more or less said that he was sorry he was such a douche for letting things fizzle out the way they did... and how I was "the best person he'd met since he came to Canada," and how he "hadn't been ready for a commitment." To which I very maturely, and level-headedly said, "Don't worry about it, no biggie. You'll find the right girl, at the right time.
" and he said, "I did find the right girl.... just at the wrong time.
"
...what the **** does THAT mean?
Anyhow.
So now that Irish boy's gone home, he's talking about how I've become his motivation to get more in-shape. Possibly because I weigh about 10-15 less than I did when he last saw me... (another thing I like about Irish boy. He was attracted to me when I was a bit heavier!) And because, he says, he wants to look good, yes for himself, but for me as well. He's been going to the gym non-stop. And I'm starting to feel incredibly lazy, and guilty, and it's making me want to start TRYING again with my weight-loss efforts! Especially because Irish boy already has gorgeously muscly arms with bulging biceps that make me drool. If he gets too much hotter, and I don't feel good about myself, I'll turn into a green-eyed jealous monster with other girls, and I don't like being jealous!
SO. Weight loss. Back on track. Starting today, I'm rocking my calorie-counting all over again. My body will be in shock, methinks! Missed you all! It's good to be home.
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