The Frenchman, aka the Banker, aka the amazing guy that I’ve been seeing over the past three months, is flying away on August 10th to the Land Down Under, leaving me on my lonesome for a full three weeks. While he’s in Australia for a wedding, I’m going to use the time to pump up my workouts, and NOT SPEND MONEY.
My problem is that I like spending time with him so much, that I am mostly going over to his place (it’s more convenient since I have a car), and wind up spending way more. He lives in a condo downtown, which is fantastic, but it means that when we’re downtown, we are usually eating out. He doesn’t keep a lot of food in his fridge because he is so busy with work and usually gets take-out, so our options are usually cooking with very limited means, or eating out. We sometimes go to pick up ingredients, but we are often on some sort of adventure downtown, which doesn’t give us very much time to stay in and cook.
Next week, I’m going to try a challenge where I work out every day BEFORE work, and prepare all of my lunches at home. I’ve been neglecting my exercise yet again because I’m tired when I come home, and since I’ve been spending so much time out of my apartment, I have barely unpacked. I also need to start swimming, which I’ll be doing in the evenings on top of my morning exercise. I’m looking forward to posting my before and after pics, they’re going to be pretty amazing.
So even though I’m sad that my wonderful, wonderful man is leaving me for 21 days (in a land with the world’s most dangerous animals, no less), I am genuinely looking forward to spending the weekends in my own home, which in turn will translate to doing more part time work, working out, and being home instead of being out spending money. Although I’m going to a birthday party tomorrow, I’m intentionally NOT scheduling any tea or dinner dates with friends, so I can have three weeks of relative solitude, and time to work on my own projects.
Also – thank you for all your words of warning about bed bugs. I did some research today and the first thing I’ll be doing when I get home is submerging my furniture find in some hot water. I’m now paranoid that I may have unwittingly chosen a piece that is infested (even though the odds are very slim and I have a dust cover on my bed, I am wishing I could run home right now to check over the table for signs of bugs). It’s going to live on my balcony until I paint it, I think. Once it’s painted, any and all cracks will be sealed shut, and even if there are little buggers in there, they’ll go the way of the dinosaur.
The final bill for my camping came in. I was expecting somewhere around $500, but it ended up being about $250 per person. Much, much better.