Archive for March, 2014


I Was Wrong!

It wasn’t tea and biscuits and sandwiches!

It was scones with jam and cream, ham salad wraps, sandwiches, fresh fruits, banana cake, coffee and fresh juice.

It was a long and productive day. I sampled everything but didn’t go crazy about it. Win ๐Ÿ™‚ and Yum ๐Ÿ™‚

More later.

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An Organised Week

I have my Induction tomorrow, for my new job. Apparently they serve morning tea, lunch and afternoon tea, so I don’t need to take anything. I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that it translates roughly to tea and biscuits, sandwiches and tea and biscuits. ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ll take apples just in case.

This last week has gone by in a bit of a blur, as far as diet has gone. I’ve eaten well but I was getting bored with the food I was cooking. Boredom is never a good idea. Boredom around food while I’m reforming my eating habits is an especially bad idea.

So I had a think about what could be done and I realised that part of it had to do with disorganisation. When I started this, I was really organised. I had bags of grapes frozen, little bags of almonds measured out, meals planned for the week and more. Then entropy set in and on Thursday or Friday I realised I’d let it all run down and was shopping every day for meals. No wonder I was getting bored, it was taking up so much of my time!

So on Saturday morning, we all sat down and I wrote down everyone’s favourite things that I’ve made in the last few weeks, plus a few I’ve been meaning to try and I made a meal plan for the week. Then a shopping list. Zac and I went shopping. Aldi, Coles, the local grocer. Until I had replenished everything.

Now there are little bags of grapes freezing in 60 calorie lots, each meal is ready to cook, I have enough carrots and zucchinis for a thousand lunch salads…okay…maybe not a thousand but lots. There are a myriad small tins of tuna and larger tins of crushed tomatoes. The fridge is freshly cleaned and filled with green vegetables, bottles of water, fresh fruit and everything else I might need for the week.

It’s a good feeling. That one day of planning, shopping, bagging/making, has freed my week up and given me a feeling of relaxation about food preparation and healthy eating.

Remind me of it the next time I look like I’m going off the rails, would you? ๐Ÿ™‚

 

Weigh-In 7

Or 8….I’ll go back and check later today and then change the titles accordingly.

For now though, weigh-in results for today are a gain of 400g and even though I was expecting that it would be more, I felt so disappointed in myself.

Just keep moving, just keep moving, just keep moving…….

On the way home from school this morning, I drove past Coffee-woman’s house. The patch of driveway she was chipping at yesterday is bare, rain splashing onto the dark brown earth underneath, making it jump and fall in a sort of dance.

Okay.

I CAN do this.

Glitch and What Followed

Glitch noun \หˆglich\
: an unexpected and usually minor problem; especially : a minor problem with a machine or device (such as a computer)

 

So while Saturday went well, I’ve avoided talking about Saturday night and then Sunday because….well…because there was a glitch. A glitch that started with leftover apple pie and got worse from there.

By Monday morning, although I was pulling on my walking shoes, I really didn’t want to go and I was sneakily talking myself out of it. Just quietly. I felt as though I’d let myself down and well, blah, blah, you know the drill.

I walked with Zac to school and then started the walk. The hill was hard, I was uninspired.

When I got to the top of the hill, there was a woman standing on the footpath, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, just looking across her garden.

“Wow, that’s a hill and a half!” I ย gasped, pushing the hair out of my face and she nodded and replied as I walked on.

A bit later, telling myself “Come on Claude, just move. You can do it”, in a fairly-half hearted way, I came to a driveway sloping down to a house. Standing at the bottom was a blonde woman wearing a cast on her foot, moving slowly, painfully upwards.

“That doesn’t look as though it can be very comfortable” I said, being Mrs Obvious.

She smiled “No, it isn’t very”

“How did you do it?”

She smiled again, ruefully this time “I fell down the stairs. Actually, I’m waiting for a taxi but I’m having trouble getting to the top of the driveway. Do you think you could give me a hand?”

So far, these seem like pretty ordinary encounters, and they were. We talked about her daughter’s wedding and upcoming trips she was taking. She was friendly and as she spoke, I watched her face. Older than me, gentle, family oriented. She seemed nice.

“and I’ve just lost 7 kilos, so this couldn’t have come at a worse time!” The frustration showed clearly in her voice and I nodded, feeling sympathetic, grateful suddenly that I could walk freely.

A little after that, her taxi came and I kept walking, slipping my earphone back in.

On the way back, I came across the woman with the coffee, but now she was kneeling with her back to me. I watched her hands position a large chisel and smack it with a mallet. A small piece of concrete broke off the driveway and she moved it out of the way. Without thinking, the words left my mouth.

“Oh my god, that’s going to take you forever!” I was laughing and she was unoffended as she straightened up, nodding.

“Well, no hurry. Just have to keep chipping away, bit by bit and eventually it’ll be gone”

We talked for a while. I liked her, she was sensible and thoughtful and I had a strong sense that I’d met her before today but I couldn’t place her.

I said goodbye and walked away, earphones dangling over my shoulder as I tried to puzzle it out and then, in the middle of a thought, I had a sudden flash of insight, a lightbulb moment.

When I was about 21, I read The Celestine Prophesy by James Redfield. In it, he says;

โ€œI don’t think that anything happens by coincidence… No one is here by accident… Everyone who crosses our path has a message for us. Otherwise they would have taken another path, or left earlier or later. The fact that these people are here means that they are here for some reason”…โ€
I’ve always enjoyed the idea of that, I choose to believe that it might be true.
I went on that walk disheartened and those were the people I met.
One who had just lost a similar amount of weight as me and has now been temporarily stopped in her tracks.
The other was quite literally “chipping away, bit by bit”
Life is so interesting!
I’m back on track. ๐Ÿ™‚
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