I got 99 followers but a bitch ain't one

D'you get it?

It's because you're all AWESOME. No bitches here. I need to stop using that song for puns in this blog.

The soeur and I have taken up morning-jogging. Turns out all it took was a bit of fellow motivation to get cracking on that. I haven't exercised properly in a while, and neither has she - so we suck. I ran for about 6 minutes then got knackered. Plus a lot of area round here is uphill, and running uphill hurts so much we nearly DIED. How tragic and unfit.

Still, it's nice to have some exercise motivation. I've decided to buck up my ideas and give myself a fresh kick come August. And then I'll turn 20! And it'll be like 20-resolutions. What were my 19-resolutions? I'm going back to my first post to have a look...

'Q is 19 years old. Just turned, actually. 19 is a strong year for her. 19 is the year she's going to get a boyfriend after years of single life' - err, fail.
'to lose her virginity properly (I don't think the last time really counts)' - double fail.
'You know those girls who everyone wants to be? ... They've got a great figure, a great dress sense, a great boyfriend, they're LOVELY, they're achingly perfect in every way... 19 is the year I'm going to become one of those girls.' - another fail. Though to be fair I don't know about that one - some people might think of me like that. One of my dance girls told me she's always thought I was really cool. Which is nice. I do try to be 'lovely'. And I have got a good dress sense (if I do say so myself.) Though obv no boyfriend... or great figure.

Mind you, 19 has been a year my confidence has soared to the top. And because of that, I'm seizing all sorts of opportunities and getting all sorts of career excitement. And I DO feel pretty. I'm in that phase at the moment. A friend of mine - who is one of THOSE GIRLS, who you want to be - told me that when she met me, she thought I was really pretty. Well, her actual words were 'I thought you were really pretty but a bit grumpy!' It was during a ballet class, so I must have been in HARDCORE SERIOUS DANCE mode. And she's so gorgeous herself! It's nice to hear that from her. And L, future housemate, said her boyfriend Facebook-stalked me and thought I was very pretty. When you get told it a lot, you start to think it might be true. Hmm.

It's depressing that after a year, I'm only 2 lbs lighter than I started thanks to all the yo-yoing, but it's still been a fun journey. And I'm physically fitter (when I'm on form - er, the jogging doesn't count) because of my efforts to try to get skinnier. So it's not all bad. But there's still a lot of fat on me. My body might think it's at a healthy weight (hence why it's not budging), but it's not.

I've forgotten about the weekly-weighing-losing-2-lbs thing, I need to get back on that.

I read an article with Tracy Anderson the other day - my god, all I hear about are celebrities raving about how awesome she is, and how she always says 'I can take any woman with any body type and make her look like a teeny tiny dancer'. I wish I could afford this woman! I might buy her workout DVDs and see what they're like. I read reviews online and it said you need quite a lot of space in your house, which I might not necessarily have at uni, but worth a shot. When I get paid, I'll give it a whack.

I think I'm gonna watch a film now. Love love,

Q x