It’s quite funny to talk about diet right after a chapter names after “the bakery, but let’s do this! And does this come from?! Yesterday I found this book which tells us the daily routine of girl on diet.  I read it and the great ghost reader I am (note: I do NOT encourage you, my lovely reader, to be a ghost reader haha :3 ), I kept the opinion to myself. And know I’m here to finally blurt some stuff about being on diet.

I’m not thin, yet I’m not fat. The thing is I am a 5’1 curvy girl (you guys should serious look at my waist and, well, my ass haha) who has a tendency to accumulate some fat due to my hypothyroidism. Oh no, I’m not even starting a drama because, well, it’s nothing huge I guess. Anyway, I’ve never really problems about the way I look or whatever; I used to a pretty active cool kid. Tennis and football (or soccer) were a part of my daily routine and much more than keeping myself fit, I was having fun.

I grew up and there was a time when my mother got insane because I needed to lose fat! And then I started this crazy diet, which made me lose, hum, 10lb or something, or even more. Hell yeah baby, I totally surpassed the healthy and calling me thin was a kind of euphemism. I was ridiculous and totally skin and bones… All the “good fat” was gone and there I was, facing the roughest time of my life after quitting University and studying my ass off to get into another one. Yet I could never stop losing weight. I actually got a a cool and lovely nicknames back in that time: Walking Skull or Grayskull. If you don't know what I'm talking about, google the reference.

University came, real bliss came, beer came, junkie food came, party-everyday came, and with it all also came some extra weight. Was it a problem?! Hell no! Actually my boyfriend of that time used to say he loved the extra flesh in me (HE IS A RIDICULOUS JERK OMG HAHAHAAH). I went for a job placement at the USA and, well, believe me or not, I LOST 8 LB! Yeah I don’t know what kind of creep creature I am, but I hate that food, oh my god. So what happened is: I came back home and now I need to tell you this… Brazilian food is the BEST.THING.EVER. Period. And if you ever come to my place, I’ll be more than glad to take you on a delicious tour to get the most incredible food of your life. And that’s a promise. In the meanwhile, watch and cry over the delicious Brazilian barbecue on the media. Thank you.

Anyway, let’s go back to what really matter. After that trip, I pretty much got used to that extra little “volume” and then came life. I graduated, I went abroad, I moved, I got my first real job. Well, life hit me hard and I could never deny it. Some of my self esteem stayed at my University when I left it; a piece of my confidence was gone with the bliss and joy of being at University, surrounded by beer, parties and friends. I drowned myself in a reality that tome a little of the best of me. I needed to change some stuff. I needed to get a boyfriend (lmfao I am fucking serious), I needed to have more fun, I needed to chase my dreams, I needed to, well, lose weight. I was so done with that shit and one day I got the magical call: after ten months, that fucking awesome Nutritionist on a city close to my hometown and, well, I made an appointment. 

But let me tell you about this Nutritionist: she’s a sick bitch. She’s indeed a sick bitch! She’s not a radical one who would quit all the great things about food; actually the first couple weeks were full of fresh bread lmfao. But what worked for her is ranting over our performances and us during the weekends. Hell yeah baby, she rants A LOT! You should see her ranting over my mum HAHAHAH. And since I was living by myself, she obliged me to buy a weight scale and you can imagine I’m addicted on checking it every fucking day lol. But anyway, I decided I was there for good, I would lose weight. And it’s working! 

And here I am now. It’s been 5 months since I started and I’m doing great. I guess I’ve already lost 15lb or something and know I need to get over this addiction towards my scale, I seriously want to throw it through the window. I pretty much shut the fuck of my mouth (kidding, I can’t get rid of beer and some Japanese freaking delicious food on the weekends) and I leant how to eat properly. Along with that, I exercise a lot! I love swimming, cross fit, running and everything else that involves releasing endorphin in our soul haha! And today I actually jumped rope 500 fucking times whilst I watched Foo Fighter’s DVD, WHO’S PROUD OF THIS BITCH OVER HERE?! 

And why am I doing this?!

I wanna feel better about myself. It doesn’t mean I’m not feeling good, but I know it could be better. I don’t expect to have Madonna’s body when I turn 40 years old, but I don’t want to worry about myself when I get world. I wanna be a lonely traveler at the age of 70 and, mate, this world is not ready for nan Lizzy to rock all the socks of this earth.

I don’t even know why am I writing about it (actually I do know; I pretty much gained 4lb this weekend but my scale tomorrow morning will tell me I’ve lost everything lol), but here’s is the thing: if you are one of these kind of people who complains about the way you look, you first ask yourself If it bothers YOU or other people. It’s a trend nowadays to be fit and healthy and blablabla and people go insane over that, forgetting that some people actually give a shit about it. But, on the other hand, if it indeed bothers you, MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS, MATE! And don’t you dare coming to me and saying “OMG I DON’T EVEN HAVE TIME TO TAKE A PROPERLY SHOWER HOW COULD I MOVE MY FAT ASS TO LOSE SOME WEIGHT?”

Mate, as Albert Einstein once said: "Lack of time is an excuse of those who lose time due to lack of planning." Keep that in mind.

What I know is I’m planning to be hella good, fit and sexy for next Brazilian summer.