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Singlehood V: Miss Detective on a Mission

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I haven’t written a column for a long time because my laptop did an update and erased all the Notes I had, meaning everything I had prepared for my blog. Thank you very much, MacBook! I was so pissed that I didn’t open Notes for a long time, and here I am. Now, I have decided that I wouldn’t update the column weekly because I don’t have enough ‘stories’ to keep on rambling about, on my Singlehood, so I will upload one each month.

Anyway, last time I was talking about Mr. Stalker, whom I have talked to for the first time at the treadmill at my local gym. I didn’t realize he didn’t speak Dutch and his English was basic.

By that time, I had updated all my class maids about him, and a couple of friends. I told this story about the treadmill to a friend of mine, and if you don’t remember the story, here it is: I was running on the treadmill when I saw him walking by the gym. He came in, I was on the cool down mode and no other treadmill was free at that point. He saw me slowing down and came up to me and asked: « Finished? » I nod that I was finished and gave him the treadmill. At that point, I did not realize he didn’t speak Dutch and that his English was pretty basic.

This friend started laughing and told me it could come on handy to know the verb « finish » in other situations. I thought this was pretty hilarious. I like dirty jokes because I have a dirty mind. From that moment on I started to call him Mr. Finished, because that is just plain hilarious! 😉

Mr. Finished kept on eye-stalking me for months, and I kept being shy in his presence. No idea why, though. I don’t look him in the eye, I make sure I’m not too close to him at the gym. Somewhere, I’m scared he starts talking to me while I may not understand him and that is awkward.

But I was still curious to know where he was from. He does not speak Dutch, means he hasn’t been living in Belgium for a very long time. From the English I have heard from him, it’s pretty basic. The only language I know he speaks fluently is Arabic, but he has a weird accent, though. I’m not an expert on Middle Eastern Arabic, but it didn’t sound familiar to me. So, I’m such a curious person (my nickname is Detective), I decided to ask in a Facebook Group called Polyglots, what kind of Arabic it could be. Some gave me ideas but they couldn’t help me with the few information I had.

By that time, Ramadan was on, and I saw him eating and drinking in public. It kind of shocked me, as I expected him to be Muslim. Well, he could be a non-religious Muslim but as he probably just emigrated, most of these people are still pretty religious so I crossed that off my list. That made me think, again. With this whole situation in the Middle East, he could be a refugee (or ex-refugee probably) and where do non-Muslim refugees, from the Middle East come from these days? Iraq and Syria. My conclusion was: He must be a Yezidi. I started looking up information about the Yezidi people and indeed they are not Muslim (that is why they are persecuted) and some of them do speak Arabic at home, but they may have a different dialect from other standard-ish Iraqi Arabic.

That explained a lot about my thoughts, and I was pretty proud of myself that I had accomplished this whole mystery by myself. Well, I’m still not sure if he’s a Yezidi but he is got a friend at the gym who walks in a tank top and has a tattoo saying Yezidi on his arm so how obvious can it be? They’re always together, speak the same language, so I’m pretty sure this is the answer to my question. And that, made me curious even more…

Each month I am going to tell you a piece of my singlehood story and my last relationship, that will lead us to where I am today. If you are interested in knowing more, stay tuned on my blog, because I will be posting an article each week to tell you more about it. I will not divulge any real names in it, if one day I use a name, I will make sure to change the name to another one, except if that person is okay with being named. 

Until Next Time, 

Love | Sarah K.

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Summer Update!

Finals over, diet K.O.

Last time I have written a post I was determinated to go healthy all the way. Unfortunately (read the first article) I went all up and then all down. The first week of the exams was good, I ate normal and healthy and went to the gym four times. I woke up every single day at 6 A.M and studied all day long. First exam arrived and the struggle got real! I knew I was going to fail, the motivation got me down and bad food saw the light of my mouth.

It got me thinking about the future of my studies and had to make a huge decision. I will talk about it later when it is finalized (circa. September/October 2015).

Anyway, I have some time to blog now and opened a YouTube account. I have a shopping haul on its way, a foodlog that I have filmed during the exams, etc. Subscribe to my channel, this way you will be updated when I upload a video.

I am reviewing loads of products, I still need to figure out how to make nice pictures to show you, though. 😉

Until Next Time,

Love | Sarah K.

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Why is it so hard to lose weight?

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I have been on a diet my entire life! Yes, it is true, I have been on a diet since I was a little chubby girl. According to my mother, I have been chubby since I was 18 months old. And since I can remember, I have visited dietitians since I was 6 or 7 years old.
 
When I turn 12 and puberty started to show, being on a diet finally payed off. I lost some weight and looked (what I thought was) skinny. I actually was not, according to medicine. I was 1m68 and 67 kg for the age of 12/13. But I looked good, my face was even too boney to my taste, but I was wearing EU size 38 in pants and it felt GREAT!
 
Since I was 12 I had gained, lost, gained again, lost again en gained AGAIN! I have never been more than a year without fully NOT complaining about my weight. At the age of 18, I had reached the point where I was at my heaviest. I was depressed, decided to switch schools, had a new job, and my sister had just subscribed to a gym and this was my chance because daddy wanted to pay for the subscription fee.
 
I enrolled, got some personal training for free with my subscription and was determined to lose the weight at any cost. At first it was hard. I was never the sporty type, and suddenly I had to visit the gym 5 times a week. After a couple of weeks, it became my DRUG! 5 to 6 times a week, I was a regular at my gym! Made friends, knew every single person who worked there, I was even closing the gym (almost) every single night. After 4 months of heavy fitness training, clean eating, I had lost 13 kg and a depression. My self-esteem got a boost and I was ready to flirt with the dating scene.
 
I started dating and suddenly did not care about my eating habits anymore. Why is that? Why do girls always lose interest in health once they are off the hook? I regretted. By beginning of 2015, 4 years after I had lost 13 kilograms, I had gained the 13 kilos + 5 extra kilos. I felt like the biggest loser in the world! I, again, decided it was time to change that.
 
My mother swears by a book she bought 20 to 30 years ago, who made her loose weight when she needed to. This book promises you to loose 8 kilograms by eating clean for 21 days and having a break for a week. To encourage me, my mother joined me and we ate clean for 19 days. I had lost 5 kilograms, I was bloody happy, did not need any sweets anymore, I felt great! Till the day I decided I could handle a little treat. Started from that day, it all went wrong. Long story short, I discovered the Military Diet, did lose weight, gained it mostly back after eating “normal” again. Did it 2 to 3 times to speed up the process of “looking good for Pal Mundo Festival”, the event I had planned during Spring Break a month ago. 
 
We are a month later and I have eaten sh*t the entire time! Why is it so hard to lose weight, and keep track? the only thing I have kept is the gym, I have been going to the gym 4 to 5 times a week religiously. Now, I am writing this blog post, while eating chips (yes ma’am, it is the truth!), because I have decided, once more that it is enough! In the first place, I wanted to lose some weight these last months because I had that Festival I had to go to during Spring Break and I wanted to look good in my dress. I had lost these 5 kilograms by the time of the Festival (Pal Mundo in Ahoy Rotterdam, by the way), and I did look good in my dress. By that time I had no restrictions for myself anymore and I kept eating unhealthy things. Now, I don’t have any particular events coming up, I will not go on vacation this year, I have plenty of work and sh*t to finish for school that I will be dragging till at least August 2015. Results? I want to lose weight for MYSELF, take the time to lose it because I want to look good for myself FOREVER, not for a particular event that is coming up. 
 
While I finish up my bag of chips, read my words: from tomorrow May 4th 2015 I will be eating healthy, keep a “diet” of 1300 kcal per day, I will keep track on MyFitnessPal as I did before, I will drink at least 2 liters of water per day and go to the gym between 3 to 5 times a week.
 
Until Next Time,
Love | Sarah K.
 
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