8 Weeks Out~There's a hooker in New York & she wants her shoes back!

Eight weeks out.....ah mah God~ it's starting to feel a lot more real and I'm starting to get a little nervous! I was really feeling the burn of being eight weeks in as well. Quite emotionally spanked and if I'm honest, I felt like my brain was fried. Wednesday was a true hump day. On the tuesday I had a friend from my gym come in for a massage who said I looked like I'd really leaned up in the last week. I nodded and made the right noises, but in my mind I was think she was just being nice to me. Wednesday I went in for posing practice and all I could see was every little roll waving at me in the mirror. Kylie assured me I'm ahead of schedual, but again, in my mind I questioned how she could think so. I honestly felt like both girls were lying to me and getting up on stage was going to be the worst, most humiliating thing I could ever do. Once a tank~ always a tank. I went around to my Da's and said, "I just don't feel right. I know I'm being silly, but I can't help it!". Suddenly eight weeks didn't seem like long enough. But then thursday came and the world was a different place and I was ok again. I just don't understand why my life isn't one long, glorious skinny day right now....? Can I just say though, the negative things I write aren't the be all and end all. I am also having a tonne of fun and this four months is going to shape the rest of my life the nothing else has. I just want to make sure that I don't paint a through rose coloured glasses picture because in all honesty~ I'm on a total rollercoaster ride at the moment. But I'm ok in myself, because I'm aware of all these things and am getting through them one bit of crazy at a time.
On the up side, I did go and get my shoes on tuesday night. I dragged Tiff along with me and our first port of call was the XXX shop on the highway at Mermaid. My mum reakons I could make friends with a lampshade if I'm left alone with it for long enough, so it should come as no suprise that on walking into the store I laid a beaming smile on the first dude I saw and asked to be directed to the shoes.....of course he didn't work there and was clearly distressed that I had made eye contact with him, let alone engaged in conversation. Woops (We also saw him at the Den so immediately labelled him creepy!) . Can I just say~ Myers shoe department~ please send your employees to sex shops to educate them in the finer points of customer service~ they shit all over the service standard you provide. XXX didn't have any shoes, but she was very attentative and even gave us a stash of free batteries ( and everyone knows you can never have too many spare batteries, right?). Having our pockets full and myself with a nozzle full of lube  (I was a bit over zealous in my sniff test of the strawberry variety), we headed up to the Den at Broady where once again we were met with a vision of exemplary customer service. Hallelujah~ they had my shoes. Stunning 6" platform perspex and silver! As I strutted around the shop with my yoga pants rolled up and my 'I love New York' hoodie, I felt every inch tha strippa~ gangsta styles!
Actually last week was MASSIVELY EXPENSIVE!!!! A RUNNING TALLY WOULD INCLUDE:

• Bikini: $320
• Stripper heels: $100
• New trainers: $120
• Supps: $300 (gotta love running out of everything at once!)
• Fat burners: $80 (yep~ it's time....)

I started with the fat burners today because I've plateaued over the last 2 weeks and remain on 13% body fat.
Thank heavens I worked 7 days last week! Seriously~ doesn't anyone want to sponno me? I promise I'll win and thank you in my acceptance speech!...No? Sigh. Back to selling unnecessary organs then.
I actually had a rad end to my week. The whole weekend spent with the Melbourne Storm. Knowing the furor I created when I said I'd step over my own mother to get to Carl Stefanovic (I still think he's totally hot), I'm reluctant to put it out there....but ladies~ two words: Bryan Norrie. SWOON! I'd even move to Melbourne and suffer it's ridiculous weather for that one. And the moment finally came when I got to use a line I've been cooking up for ages. One of the teams managers has waved me over in the shed before the game, " Kia, Kia~ I'm sorry but I've got to ask you. What do you do?" . Me, "Pardon? I'm a massage therapist." Der. "No, I mean.....this!" Waving hands in the general direction of my body. "Oh! You know what, yesterday I just woke up and DAMN! I looked like this!!!" Kakakakakakakaka! Gotta love a bit of muscle envy from a dude. I thought I was piss funny, anyway.
Today I enlisted the help of my sister and my friend Marcus, from Heart Start Fitness to spice up my training a little bit. I did just a half hour Muay Thai session with Marcus and my sis was patient enough to film it for me. Sooooo much fun. God I miss hitting the pads! I am black and blue but with a huge smile on my face. Life is good, peeps. I said right from the start that I would stop if I felt like this wasn't what I wanted. But it is. I might complain sometimes. I might have mini (or EPIC) meltdowns over ridiculous things. I might trail off and loose my train of thought mid sentence......
But I'm still me. Still working hard and trying to live my life with purpose and meaning. And if anyone needs any batteries.....HOLLAR!!!!