My kitten sucks at photos

Summer annoys me. Not because I hate the heat, it’s quite the opposite in fact. I have an unusually high tolerance for hot weather, which I assume comes from my growing up in the country where it was common in summer to go for weeks at a time without the temperature dropping below 45C (113F). I love summer clothes, and I’m a much happier creature when my skin is bronzed with a dark tan. My summer annoyance comes more so from the fact that as soon as we have a few days in a row over 30C (86F), local media decides to put important, interesting news on the back seat in favour of 50 articles about the weather and stupid pictures of people in swimming pools. Yesterday, on my local news website, I had to sift through 4 or 5 headlining articles about the heat plus a large picture of some random guy tipping a bucket of ice over his head, to read a case update about the local man who slit his three year old son’s throat and threw the body down a mine shaft because he believed him to be a vessel of Satan. Nice work, AdelaideNow!

I started with a new personal trainer yesterday because I haven’t been feeling great about my body lately, and I’m going to try my best to not let myself become obsessive psycho diet girl this time. I’ve never really had a healthy relationship with my body. For me there’s never been a happy medium when it comes to diet and exercise, I am very much all or nothing, and I really go to either extreme. I’ll flat out not care at all for a few months, eat whatever I want and not exercise til my body reaches a point where I feel like shit because I’ve gained weight, so I take a drastic step in the opposite direction and start working out literally EVERY day and feeling severe guilt and depression if I eat anything other than salad or skip one night at the gym. Then because I’m so psycho obsessed I still feel like a disgusting whale no matter how much weight I lose, so I eventually give up. It’s completely retarded, but it’s a cycle thus far in my life I’ve been unable to break. Deep down I think I just want to be a stick figure (doesn’t every girl, though?), but genetics made that a little impossible given my curvy frame. Despite what I do for a living, I’ve never truly felt good about my figure, and I would like that to change. Whether that’s actually possible or not, given my tendency to be completely irrational when it comes to weight, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see!