FALL IS THE TIME

Man, that's a sweaty bitch.

Tacos. Without the actual tacos.

Ok, Italian food and Italian weather (no excuses to not get out an move), together with being around some active people, made me loose some weight. And build some muscle, together with some confidence. 2 months later, after heavy beer drinking, foods all around at my parents, and watching way too much tv, that weighloss is beyond gone. 

The kilos in question are just 6 kilos, a stone for the British, or 2 giant slurpees in America. Not a big thing, but gaining them that quick doesn't feel good and I want them off.

EXERCISE: 

While in Sweden: long walk and some kind of exercise every 2nd day. What I did today, and two days ago. WOMENS HEALTH ROCKS. (sponsorship? please?)

Future plan for Scotland: Join gym, sign up for some class that I would not usually do (golf definitely if there are still places, trapeze if I have time). Join more classes, get out of the habit of lifting weights alone.

FOODZ: Try to avoid the bread, pasta, rice carbs. More veg and meat for the people! (Kind of like the LCHF diet). Try to avoid the sugar too.

DRINKS: Always carry a water bottle. Before reaching for snack, drink some water and see if I still want it. I read somewhere that most hunger pains actually comes from one being thirsty. 

And with the alcohol; one night of drinking a week. Exception two, but no more binging. Dates are exceptions. Many things one should do sober, but not date. Dear lord no.

MY POO BROWN SHOES

(Åhlens / Timbaland (yes!! they make heels! über street!)

Last time I had a fling with high heeled shoes I was about 15. Everyone was slipping around in a -15° Sweden with stiletto heels, and so was I. Then I realised, hey, sneakers are nice. 

And boots. Bloody love boots.

But now, as I usually wear tights, and my hips suddenly grew to a size enough to carry 10 viking babies, I decided that heels are actually working in my favor. See comparison below on how my legs turn to duck feet in flats.

In Italy I wouldn't wear them, as its bloody cobblestones everywhere, shoes cost a fortune, and... 

I usually walk around a lot drunk. Which could lead into an italian hospital experience that I would want to avoid.

In Glasgow I never wore them cause its bloody freezing. AND, Scottish girls wear the most ridiculous height on heels. Seriously, crazy clown shoe heels. My heels (normal height) are the ones the fat girls wear. And Im not bloody fat.

Sweden: great streets, all shoes welcome, AND as most men are around 1,90 cm. So its appreciated to add a few cm as a girl.

Also, hoping to run into a pair of these on a round to the 2nd hand shops tmrw:

 But in poo-brown. Poo-brown is my new favorite color.

Together with a jacket like this:

OH. YES.