Friends forever, forever friends.

I am so happy today, I feel like I have awakened a renewed person. I met up with one of my dearest and oldest girlfreinds today. I have 2 friends that I know will be with me till the end. I trust them implicitly and adore them half to death. These two girls are so similar, which I guess is why I like them so much. I like knowing that it doesn't matter at what stage of life I am that I will have someone who accepts me as I am and who appreciates that I accept them as they are as well. We have a funny relationship. We may not talk or see each other for months on end, only catch up in emails or the occasional phonecall, or chat on messenger, but funny that when we actually do see each other it's like there hasn't been a lapse of any kind, it's like we've been neighbours and seen each other everyday. For me, there's something comforting about knowing where you stand, knowing that even if you haven't seen each other that they know they're always in your thoughts, and vice versa. I know you have to work on relationships to make them work, no matter if it's with a boy, or even just girlfriends, but sometimes some people are such an effort you know...having to call or email or be forgotten, or having to meet-up all the time to re-affirm your undying affection for each other...for me it just gets too much and with some people I find myself having to syke myself up to be around them, I find them draining. Which is why I appreciate these two friends heaps. They're like family and y'all know how I feel about family.
I hope you all had/are having a great weekend.

The truth will set me free...I hope

Ok, so wonder of wonders, the scales have finally caught up with what my pants have been telling me for a while now. I finally showed a noticable loss on the scales, considering it's around TOM, I was very suprised, cos I'm one of those water retainers. So very happy on that front.

Ok, I will admit it, I am addicted, I am addicted to the smooth, gooey, flowing caramel, the crunchy, yummy buttery buiscuit base and the non-descript chocolate. I love looking at the red writing on the gold wrapper, before tearing it open, sometimes slow, sometimes fast and taking that first bite as my brain explodes with such things as "oh, MY GOD!! I LOVE YOU FOR INVENTING" or "yes, Yes, YES!!!!!!!!!!!!" as a huge amount of endorphins courses through my veins, and I quickly disregard the sane part of me thats trying to remind me how good I was all day, how hard I worked at the gym, how instead of having fish and chips for lunch I chose brown rice, veggies and tuna (which I actually enjoy). For that one moment, I am consumed, I my friends, am addicted to Twix. I love those little twin towers of chocolatey, caramely, buiscuity goodness. I realise that this is a by-product of my childhood, and the fact that they are on sale at the shops for 99cts a pop, but for the moment I can't stop eating them, one a day. My love for twix is so all consuming that I get a bit irritated if plans change and I can't go to the shops after work like I usually do to get my hit. I don't know, maybe it's ok cos I find that if i have my twix to look forward to, I don't seem to indulge as much in other things. I guess now I just have to find a way to limit this to once or twice a week, cos everyday is going to catch up with me on the weights stakes.
I can't wait for the weekend, we have long weekend here, so no work on monday..WOOHOO!!!
Ok, off to bed. A good weekend to all.