So after being tired of huffing and puffing if I as much run a solid two feet, having more and more frequent “Is this the ‘beetus?’” calls in my life, and overall just not happy with how I look/feel about myself because I’m constantly crawling to my dark master that is soda-- A couple months ago, I decided that I need to do some serious changes in my lifestyle, but if I was going to do this shit, I was going to reward myself outstandingly.
If I successfully lose 50 pounds before next Anime North, I am cosplaying the character I told myself I would cosplay for the last ten or so years.
Then my Fiance rose the stakes--
I told him about my goals about losing weight and rewarding myself with a proper cosplay of Venus. At one point I joked around about commissioning either a dakimakura of Ein or pay someone money to dress up as my trash animu husbando (figured he wouldn't do it because he's hella indifferent about Pokemon.)
Couple days later, he pops back up at my desk, "You find anyone to cosplay that one scientist man?"
"haaaaah no, probably never."
"Tell you what: You hit the 30 lb point of your goal, I will be your scientist man."
Just a couple days ago, I started ordering the props and anything that isn’t the dress for Venus:
Head and Crescent piece: $325
Haven't even gotten to the dress yet and this binch costing me $600 so far.
Eight weeks in, so far lost 23 lbs. 34 more lbs to go.
So thats where I’ve been. Still writing and drawing-- the other half of the Shadow Pokemon Lab drabble is nearly complete in writing, just need to work on the illustration pieces, which are being a bitch atm.
Also spending more time biking and going to the gym after work.
I've griped and whined about wanting to cosplay my queen for 10 years. We finally doing it.