lots more fresh fruits and veggies.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
lots more fresh fruits and veggies.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I'm sorry about the "theme" going lately, but to tell you the truth, it's what my life has been like for the last couple of weeks.
No constancy, no consistency, no routine and never the same thing two days in a row - and to tell you the truth, it's gotten a little wearing.
Well okay, some of it has been good. In fact, quite a lot of it has been good... but it just seems that my days have just been a jumble of "happenings" lately, rather than everything flowing smoothly and in an orderly fashion.
Not that much in my life every goes in an orderly or smooth fashion...
But I'm just sayin'.
I wish it did.
Things are starting to come together with the room addition/s and renovating, and I've got a draftsman coming back tomorrow to give me some more of his ideas.
Which will be thrown in the hat with the builders good ideas... and then tossed around until I can make up my mind.
So if you've got any ideas, pass 'em along and I can throw them in the hat as well. Which will give me more to think about.
Because the more I think, the less I actually do. And to tell you the truth, I'm kind of dragging my feet here.
See, I want to add on to the back of the house.
I want a combination living room/ kitchen added on, and the new kitchen will actually be big enough to work in, with proper appliances and stuff, and the additional living room will be for the Old Guy and I - and us alone.
No kids mess.
No kids detritus.
No toys or smears or upchuck stains on the carpet.
And the area that is currently the kitchen, will be turned into another bedroom for my part-time/permanent care boy.
Because having his bed in the current kids playroom, is a pain in the proverbial.
I've got to get him up in the mornings, strip his bed, wash down and disinfect everything, remake the bed, get his stuff put away, so I can bring out the day care kids things - because it's actually their room... and it's just too much hassle.
I'm worn out before the day even begins.
So the care facility that I work for, is giving me partial funding for a big portion of the costs... which will take a big chunk out of the eventual and final costs, leaving me to just come up with the difference.
Which is no problem.
The problem lies in the fact that I've had to source the draftsman to get the plans drawn up, I've had to find a reliable builder, and I have to figure out the time to do it all, since I can't have any building work done while still caring for the daycare children.
So that means a month or so without any income whatsoever, and that's a scary thought. Especially since it's all going to involve such a financial commitment in the first place.
We've figured that buying the kitchen appliances at Costco will save about 50% over the costs of the local appliance dealer, and that's a good thing.
So that extra $3,500 I would have spent, can go a long ways towards adding an en suite (master bath), but then I have the headache of figuring where to exactly put the extra bathroom on to.
Do I add it to the new bedroom, and then use that room as my bedroom - which would be rather small for me - or do I add it to my existing bedroom and just leave the old kitchen as the boys room?
'Cause to tell you the truth, if anyone deserves a bathroom of their own, it's me.
Or... do I add it separately, just off the new laundry area?
See? I don't know what in the hell I'm doing anymore!
I do know that it's a beautiful day out there today, so I'm heading off to drag out the buckets and paintbrushes, and I'm going to let the kids paint the shed with water.
Maybe they can gain enough skills that I won't need to hire a painter, eh?
It would save me sourcing yet another workman anyway!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Oh, nothing major..... I've just been dealing with kids on school holidays, the normal day to day stuff around here, like bills and never-ending laundry, plus I'm still dealing with the whole infected eye/ear thing.
Which makes me look like a cross between Popeye, and a staggering drunk. I'm doing the whole antibiotic thing, trying to avoid the doctors recommendation of prednisone, but it's not working too well and I'll probably have to cave in and go the steroids route, even if it's only for a week or two.
Have I ever told you that I hate that stuff???
Anyway, I'm still doing the 30Day Throw Down, and I'm feeling fantastic with it all... I really am! It's becoming second nature to me, and even though I've had a few semi-slip-ups, I actually feel fine about it all.
Because I'm not a "beating up on myself "type of person in the first place, and in the second place, this is not a DIEt, it's the beginning of a new way of life... ya know?
If I eat right, and I eat healthily for 99% of the time, a dinner of fish and chips with a big ol' side-salad, is going to do me little harm.
School holidays are almost done here (we're in week two - the final week. YAY!!!) and although I don't mind them at all, with all the rain and drizzle that we've been having lately, it's made in next to impossible to get outside and run these kids energy off.
Or they beg to play on Farm Town or Fish World, which does keep the older ones occupied, but my scores are sure as heck suffering.
Look, I just want my games back, and for them to keep their dirty rotten little lunch hooks off my stuff... how childish is that?
We had planned on going to the Ballarat Wildlife Park today, but with the constant drizzle and threats of thunderstorms, there's no way I'm taking any of them out in this weather. And it's cold enough to freeze 'em half to death anyway, even if it wasn't raining.
Which is a pity, because I think I need the outing even more than the kids do.
So say a prayer for me... that I can survive the next 5 days - and survive with my sanity intact.
It's too late, I think.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Know Your Farmer, Know Your Food.
Sounds good, doesn't it?
But for a long, long time now, we've become so used to eating what was put in front of us - whether it's on our plates, something we grabbed from a drive-thru, or on the shelves at the grocery store.
If it's set in front of us, or marketed to us in an appealing way, we just go ahead and eat it.
Or if we do think about it, how many of you continue down the same old road and fail to make the change?
I've been trying for quite a while now, and years ago, I started by buying milk straight from the farm where I know the cows personally. ( it's raw, unpasteurized & non-homogenized) I like my cows to have a name, ya know? Not a number.
Did you know that here in Australia, it's a common, accepted, and a fully legal practice to water down the milk? They then use part of it for skim or low fat, and then add additives (called permeates) to thicken and re-whiten the watered down milk, so that it looks like thick creamy regular milk again.
Have you ever poured a glass of skim milk and really looked at it?
It's thin-looking and almost bluish... right?
That's because the butterfat content has been removed.
But now think of the supposedly "whole" milk that you buy. (here in Australia anyway)
In actual fact, it looks almost exactly the same as the skim milk does - or rather it did, before the additives and re-whiteners were added to it.
They dressed it up for ya.
They lied to you and they deceived you.
And you bought it didn't you?
You not only bought the milk, but you bought the lie that they sold to you.
Milk prices have gone up, right?
But you probably weren't aware that even though prices have risen, the actual 'milk' content in your carton or bottle, has diminished.
Plus unknown, not required to be divulged to the public, added crap called permeates.
So prices have gone up, and a big portion of the selling price is what they've charged for milk... but they've actually just sold you probably half water.
Now butter my butt, and call me a biscuit, but if I wanted water, I would buy it myself and pay water prices.
I wouldn't buy a carton of milk in the grocery store, and pay their vastly inflated prices for for what is virtually 25-50% water...
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Australia's Top Ten Dangerous Animals
Australia definitely has more than its fair share of some of the world's most painful and poisonous creatures.
4. Blue Ringed Octopus
5. Stone Fish
6. Red Back Spider
8. Tiger Snake
9. Great White Shark
10. Funnel Web Spider
Even the cute and funny looking little platypus' produces one of the most painful venom's known!
I'll be sure to keep an eye out for any of these creatures and I'll stay far, far away from all of them...Okay? I promise.
And I'll see if I can't find some Australian animals books or some DVDs to send to you.
Oh.. and before I forget (not that I ever forget)....
Grummie and Grumpy LOVE you guys!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Pity about the results though, because I still have about 20 of 'em left... Lol!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Breakfast: 2 eggs fried ( I used cooking spray), 2 pieces of whole grain toast with butter and a glass of orange juice.
Morning Tea: crackers and cheese, yogurt and carrot sticks
Lunch: a sandwich, made with whole grain bread, sliced cheese and cucumbers and lettuce and an individual size (kids portion bag) bag of potato chips.
Afternoon tea: Fruit salad (apples, mandarins, kiwi fruit, grapes and banana) with yogurt and shredded coconut
Dinner: Half of a Tandoori wrap thingie from McDonald's... because the Old Guy was in charge of dinner on Friday night.
I had asked for a large Caesar salad with chicken, but when he spied the Tandoori thing on the menu, he figured that lettuce and veggie stuff basically constituted a salad, and it had chicken in it as well... so what wasn't to love?
I could barely eat the darn thing though... and ended up just having some saltines instead.
And do I feel guilty about some of those food choices?
Not at all.
I think I did pretty darn good, all things considered
Now, On to Day 12 13 & 14.....
Afternoon tea: stuff
Lunch: more stuff....
Okay, okay. I hear ya.
I wrote it all down.... I really did.... but then I went and lost the piece of paper it was written on.
Well, I guess I didn't actually "lose" it, but I'll be buggered if I know what I did with it. Its here somewhere, but I'm not up to looking for it.
It was all healthy stuff, I can promise you... other than what I ate while I was at Costco yesterday.
See, while we were at Costco, I ended up ordering a slice of pizza and a hot dog with a drink.
I no sooner told the Old Guy what I wanted, and he had walked away, than I was kicking myself in the pants over it too.
No - and not because of the inherent "unhealthiness" of it all , but rather because I knew that I have trouble even finishing even a slice of Costco pizza , let alone anything else - so that hot dog would more then likely go to waste.
Which it mainly did.
I was still too full at dinnertime to actually eat or prepare any dinner, so the Old Guy ate half of my 'left in the wrapper" hot dog and shared the rest with the birds...
And I just did without dinner, and walked a few more laps around the yard while he ate..
So it kind of evened out.... right?
I have been eating right, and a few little ummmm... dietary changes or hiccups aren't going to throw off my game plan.
Not at all.
Because I think that if this is going to be a way of life with me, a few little slip-ups or a bit of falling off the wagon... well, it's gonna be actually good for me in the long run.
I'm not gonna be hard and fast about it all, but I am going to stop whenever possible and think about what I'm putting in my body.
And if I want a treat... well dad-gummit all, I'm going to have it - right?
Besides, kicking myself in the pants is good exercise.. innit?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Breakfast: Oatmeal with raisins and pure maple syrup
Afternoon tea: Raw veggies, a handful of crackers and some Jarlsberg cheese.
Lunch: Vegemite and cheese sandwich, with whole grain bread, a mandarin and some grapes
Afternoon tea: Whole grain bread, with a "portion controlled" pat of real butter, and an apple
Dinner: Leftover Cannelloni, and a small greek salad,
and then some crackers and some cheese at about 8 o'clock.
Now.... for the person who has sent me some pretty strange and dare I say... 'judgmental' emails, telling me that I'm not eating right, and that all the ill's of the world fall fairly and squarely on my shoulders.... all I have to say is that it's my business what I put in my mouth.
I know that I'm eating 'righter" than I was before I started this.
I'm making healthier choices whenever possible, but I sure as tootin' am not going "the whole hog" as it were.
Not that I'm really eating hog. I would if I wanted to, but I'm savin' the bacon until the weekend.
Because I'm not on a 'diet', per se.
And no, I'm not counting calories or beating myself up over deciding to eat some chocolate covered licorice or a Big Mac.
I will eat whatever I want to eat - because quite frankly, I know what I was eating before, and I know what I'm eating now. These are my choices, and this is my life.
I'm making the choice to eat healthier alternatives whenever I can - and I am certainly NOT looking at this as a diet. Or as a way to save the world.
I'm simply and purely making an effort to eat more healthily.
If I fail.... well, I fail.
And I have to live with that - not you.
Raw bell peppers or carrots or whole grain bread and butter, instead of a cookie at 2 o'clock, or grilled fish instead of fried.
Healthy, nourishing fuel going into my body at 8am, instead of skipping breakfast like I usually do.
Ill say it again, just in case you missed it before :
I am not DIEting.
I'm just thinking more.
I certainly don't feel deprived, or weak... and my breath smells just fine, (because I am not starving myself, regardless of what you may think) but I thank you for your concern.
So although I appreciate you going to the time and effort to point out to me that I'm going about this all wrong, I think I'm going to have to agree to disagree on this.
And we'll just leave it at that, eh?
But I have to wonder why you went to all the trouble to email me personally, rather than post a comment like everyone else?
Why didn't you simply comment on my blog itself... so that the other readers or commenter's could benefit by your 'wisdom'?
I talked this eating plan over with my doctor.
He had no problem with it and in fact encouraged me to keep going.
This is my choice, and my choice alone.
If the Old Guy feels like following along... great.
If he doesn't, that's fine with me too.
Because this is about me.
Not you, not the woman next door or anyone else.
My choice, my life and my arse.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
As well as walking around the clothes line in her backyard...
Because walking around the clothes line was all she was capable of doing.
And she admits that some days, even that was hard to do.
She eventually shed the weight and ended up writing a book about her struggles - and it's a very interesting and inspiring read, with some great tips and recipes.
The Clothes Line Diet ( <-- go here to check it out)
Anyway, I was thinking last week, that sometimes it's nigh on impossible for me to get out of the house and do any regular consistent exercise, because I often end up working 12-18-or even 24 hour days.
And when I have the little ones or special needs kids in care, there's no chance in hell of getting out there and working up a sweat.
I mean we can play and we can dance and we jump rope, skip around the yard, play tag etc... but when you're going at 3-4 year old speed, it makes it hard to get the ol' heart rate up... you know what I mean?
So... I've been walking around the backyard every chance I get - and it's a lot further than just around the clothesline...
See, I've got a huge backyard and from the patio, straight down to the back fence and garden shed it's about 75 steps.
So if I make a round trip, it comes in at 150-152 steps, all up.
And for every 2 steps, I'm basically covering a yard.
Not a huge amount, I'll grant you that... but for the last week, I've been making the round-trip at least 10-20 times a day - or more if I can.
And hey... it all adds up in the end, doesn't it?
Which is far better than adding up on my end.
Hey, we do get out for a walk around the neighborhood whenever we can, but if I've got kids in care, I just can't do it...
So the Old Guy and I only manage to get out for a "real" walk once or twice a week - and that isn't good enough, as far as I'm concerned.
So your assignment boys and girls, should you choose to accept it...
Is to do the math and tell me how far I've travelled if I do the "circuit" even 10 times a day.
I tried... I honestly did... but I'm sad to say, I'm one of those people who have to take off their shoes to count past 10.
And if I need to count past 20, I have to invite someone over.
I really do.
So can you help?
I'll even send you my unwanted Almond Roca's...
Breakfast: 3 Weetbix, with blueberries and organic milk, 2 cups of coffee, black.
Morning tea: A piece of whole grain toast, with homemade lemon butter (lemon curd), and an apple.
Lunch: Crab Salad on a turkish roll, with red and green bell pepper strips and a couple of small kiwi fruits.
Afternoon tea: fruit salad with a bit of yogurt and chopped walnuts.
Dinner: 2 Canneloni, filled with spinach and ricotta cheese, green salad, and a small piece of garlic bread.
We ended up going for a walk after dinner last night, but I'm not sure how far we actually walked.
We walked fairly briskly - and we were gone for about 45-50 minutes or so, with a quick stop off at the playground, so that I could swing on the swings for a few minutes!
(Something I never get to do, when I have the kids around)
My day started off right this morning, because the Old Guy brought around his coffee machine thingie last night, (after he figured out how to work the dang thing and how to make a normal cuppa, as well as fancy schmancy cappuchino's) and he left it here.
At MY house!
I joked with him last night, telling him that he needed to come around first thing in the morning - so that he could surprise me with my first cup of the day, because I didn't know how to work it .... So he DID!
I had just gotten out of bed, 'cause I smelled something good wafting down the hallway... and when I came out, this was waiting for me!
Wooo Doggies... I love this man!
Oh c'mon.. hurry up!
Our lunch, yesterday.
Doesn't it just look mmmm, mmmmm GOOD???
The back is feeling absolutely GREAT today, 'cause my magician-slash-chiropractor worked absolute wonders yesterday morning, even going as far as using the industrial strength massager on me! (tho I was a bit worried as how my arse must have looked, jiggling like a frog in a blender!) And I think the additional walking has helped, as well... so I plan on keeping it up!
I'm off work all day today, (2 kids off on holiday, and the other 2 are sick) so I think I might just settle down with a book... after I get some more laundry done.
Oh, and maybe after I have another cuppa....
Because my mama didn't raise no fools!!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Malto Meal, yogurt with blueberries and raspberries, and several cups of coffee with organic milk.
fruit and crackers and a little Jarlsberg cheese
English muffin toasted, topped with chicken salad and grapes
A couple of small pieces of beef jerky and a glass of iced tea - mainly because I was working in the garden and couldn't be stuffed preparing anything.
Dinner: A Caesar salad wrap from McDonald's
Mainly because I was too worn out from working in the garden, and my back was literally killing me.
Oops. I forgot to eat it. I did have half a pot of coffee though, while I feebly attempted to clean the house. With organic milk.
Not clean the house with organic milk... because that would be stupid.
I had it in my coffee.
Lunch: We were at Costco, so I just had me some samples of Asian chicken soup, bread with olive dip, and some seared salmon. Oh, and some meatball thingies.
And then I made the rounds again.
And then the Old Guy and I shared a slice of pizza from the food court.
Because we were at Costco, baby!
Dinner: I was too stuffed from the Costco samples to eat much of anything, other than a small handful of Blue Diamond Smoked Almonds.
Now... to bring you up to speed.
I had the day off yesterday, due to my back... and I was hoping that I could get in to see the chiropractor.
He did have a spot available at 10:30, but that totally conflicted with my hair appointment -
so I'm going in to see him at 10:15 this morning.
Because my hair is more important than my back pain.
See, I've got this great gal who comes to the house to do my hair, and there ain't nobody who can do it like Sue can.
She's just fantastic.
She never yells at me for chopping at it, or for waiting 7 months to re-color it or have it cut, or anything.
She knows what I like (even when I don't know it myself) she knows the tricks to coloring my hair that makes the gray just disappear... and even when it starts growing in again, it's hardly noticeable and it just blends right in.
( unless I leave it 5 or 6 months, and then I've got to admit - I'm not fooling anybody and I look more like a skunk, than I do anything else.)
And I have to say, I always look great when she's finished.
So yesterday, even though I may have looked great, I still felt pretty damn awful, from the back pain.
My dear Old Guy has been very solicitous and caring with the whole back thing, so when he said, "Hey, since you have the day off, why don't you come along to Costco with me - while I buy that DeLonghi Magnifica coffee maker I told you about? I checked it out The Good Guys, and Costco is almost $500 cheaper ! It will be fun, and it'll get you out of the house!"
Well... I said yes.
I didn't really want to go, but to just say "no" seemed kind of unfair and mean, with me having the rest of the day free and all...
And in light of everything he's done for me, since I did my back in on Sunday.
So off to Costco we went... and I have to tell you, the drive was terrible.
I was writhing and moaning and couldn't sit comfortably, so we weren't 10 minutes down the road before the Old Guy had to have started seriously regretting his invitation.
Not that he ever said anything. And knowing the Old Guy, he probably didn't even regret it at all.
Because my guy is fantastic that way.
He kept patting my leg during the drive, and saying stuff like
"gosh, I really love your hair"
"Do you know how much I love you?"
"How does your back feel? Are you comfortable?"
This is great, you being able to come along like this."
"Isn't it great, you having the day off and us going to Costco together?"
"I love spending the day with you, babe."
So I did m level best to smile and chat and say nice things back, but I have to admit I just wanted to grump and groan and I wanted to be back home in my own little bed.
Where I could grump and groan and thrash around to my hearts content.
But how can you ignore or yell at a cute little puppy, when they look at you with those sweet, soulful, loving eyes?
So anyway, we got to Costco, and the Old Guy ended up buying his super duper, "it does everything but mop the floor and make the toast" DeLonghi Magnifica coffee machine.
Which looks a leettle bit complicated to me, with it's self-cleaning nozzles and de-scaling fozzles and stuff - but I'm sure he'll figure it out.
We had debated stopping off at Miz K and Mister R's place on the way home, (they're in the Costco neighborhood, the lucky ducks!) but I figured that Miz K was still at work since it was only a little after 3 o'clock and that Mister R was probably busy running around visiting friends, and doing important manly stuff (he's on shore leave)... So we didn't.
We should have though, since Mister R spotted us driving down the road and got his feelings hurt that we hadn't even called. He called Miz K - who then attempted to call me on my mobile, but phone-phobe that I am, I either didn't have it turned on, or the battery was flat. Or something.
I think it's just on vibrate, but try as I might, I just can't get the stinkin' thing to ring.
I keep it in my purse, but maybe I need to start carrying it in my pocket or something, so I at least feel it vibrate, and so I don't miss important calls from folks that I think the world of.
So anyway, if I can't figure my bloody mobile phone out - you gotta know that figuring out a super-duper coffee machine ... Well, it's way down on my list of things that I'm capable of learning.
But as soon as we got home... Omigosh!!! The Old Guy was like a kid on Christmas morning, getting into that "Delonghi Magnifica" coffee maker box, and reading the (about 40 pages long) coffee making instructions !!
Ooohing and ahhhing, and rattling off names like " long white and short white. Latte's and Lotto's and short blacks. Long blacks and cappuchinos and thingamajiggers.
Frankly, I didn't give a rats arse. Because I hurt. But I did my level best to seem interested.
I really did.
And I think I pulled it off pretty well, considering the back pain and all.
If they gave out Academy Awards for "acting like you give a sh** when you really don't give a sh**" ability, I swear I would have won yesterday.
No doubt about it.
Because "I just want the coffee, sweetheart... and please don't bother telling me how you made it.
But yesterday? When it came to the Old Guys happy, smiling face, and his practically palatable excitement over his new coffee machine?
Well, I have to admit that he almost always makes a bad day seem just that little bit better.
Or even a lot better.
There's just no resisting him - Or his excitement.
Because when my Old Guy smiles, the whole world smiles with him.
See, I know that I've got it good, and I know too, that God well and truly blessed me... when it comes to the Old Guy.
He really did.
I'm blessed... and love my guy to bits.
But it's now 6am.... and I have no danged coffee !!!
1,200 bucks and I'm still coffee-less!
I showed this post to the Old Guy this morning, and that pic above, isn't his machine at all.
Like it matters.
But I guess it does to him, so here's the actual coffee machine he bought yesterday.
Notice the difference?
Neither did I. ;-)
Sunday, September 6, 2009
And if you've been squinking your eyes shut, dreading the moment when I bare my bvds'... you can open your eyes now
You've been granted a reprieve.
This is why...
Not that this is me... but this is the actual position I'm in right now.
Besides, I don't wear pink pants.
I will when I'm older, though.
See, the thing is... I spent most of the morning working and weeding in the yard and everything was great, right up until the end. I was almost done, and just picking of the last of the weeds for the compost pile, when something went "pop" in my lower back... and that was the end of that.
I can't stand upright, I can't take a deep breath, and I've been sitting around all night with a pack of peas on my back. But did I eat those peas? No... you can bet your sweet bippy that I did not.
I had McDonald's for dinner. A healthy(er) choice of course. Really. A Caesar Salad wrap and a glass of iced tea.
And for dessert, I had 2 extra-strength Nurofen.
We'll see how it goes tomorrow, and if I can stand up straight enough to take a full length photo, instead of just a pic of my knee caps, maybe I can post that potentially gag inducing pic after all.
Don't hold your breath though.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
It's feeling natural and it's feeling good, so things are changing... you know what I mean?
Steel cut oats, topped with an "individual portion" size thingie of butter and a little brown sugar, a small berry and banana smoothie and straight black coffee.
an apple and a chunk of cheddar cheese
Ry Vita crackers (2) with butter and Vegemite, another banana, and a glass of organic milk.
Salad roll, with lettuce, tomato, cukes and grated carrot. Black coffee
Veggie and chicken breast wrapped in a tortilla, with mayo and mustard - but I was too tired to eat the whole thing, so I shared it with the magpies. (it made a nice change from the worms and bugs I turned up while gardening, I guess)
I managed to put in a couple of hours in the front garden yesterday, and I have to say I'm definitely making headway there. I can see a huge difference... and my hamstrings and tushy are telling me that I just about worked my arse off.
If only wish it were that easy, eh?
Today, I've got about 20-40 Agapanthas, (the damn things have multiplied in their pots, so I'm not exactly sure how many I've actually got) 6 geraniums that I've started from cuttings, and maybe a dozen lavenders (ditto on the lavenders) to get in the ground, so by the end of the day, the front yard should be looking pretty "put together"... and then I can start on the back.
I've still got about 30 geraniums, as well as probably 50 lavender cuttings to get in the ground, so I just hope I haven't waited too long in the season, to get them going.
I know I should have gotten them in in the fall, but hey... what can I say?
Friday, September 4, 2009
Yay for the weekend!
I'm more than ready for it this week, let me tell you! It's my regularly scheduled "on" weekend, but the kids I would normally have, aren't coming... so I have today and tomorrow to myself. And I still get paid for it! How good is that?
Which now gives me a chance to run the whipper-snipper over these legs of mine, and see if I can't find some Spackle, to cover the varicose veins and the dimples in my knees!
Okay... now on to the boring shite -
Day 4, of the 30-day Throw Down...
Breakfast: A small bowl of Malto Meal and a bran muffin, with a banana, and half a pot of coffee.Morning tea: bell pepper strips, rice crackers and some Jarlsberg cheese
Lunch: Tuna salad on an English muffin, carrot sticks and celery.
Afternoon tea: a slice of whole grain bakery bread, with Vegemite and real butter, apple slices and craisins
Dinner: Four Cheese Ravioli, with fresh tomatoes, onion and capsicum.
(I did get a bit peckish around 8:30, so I had about 6 little Kirkland Signature brand Organic animal cookies, with a small glass of raw milk. I only ate the heads, so you'll be pleased to know that no calories were consumed during the eating of these cookies.)
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
So, for your viewing pleasure... here's what I ate yesterday.
(Lord have mercy, but you're gonna get sick of this by day 30, aren't you?)
A bowl of oatmeal (steel-cut with a couple of teaspoons of black strap molasses)
A mandarin, and 2 cups of unsweetened coffee, with raw milk.
capsicum strips with a few water crackers, grapes and yogurt (homemade)
Tuna salad on a toasted English muffin, 2 kiwi fruits and some carrot strips.
fruit salad (mandarin, banana, apple and kiwi - with a spoonful of yogurt and a teensy amount of brown sugar sprinkled over)
A big green salad, with about a half cup of pasta tossed with fresh tomatoes, bell pepper and olive oil.
Oh, and about half a cup of applesauce, for dessert.
I'm drinking lots of water, ( I always have) but I found that I was losing track of how much I was drinking.
So I put 2 small dishes in the kitchen window, and in one dish, I put 8 marbles.
Every time I have a glass of water, I move a marble from one dish to the other -
So that way, I can keep track of just how many glasses I've actually had throughout the day.
There ya go... your tip for the day.
Okay... I'm seriously, seriously thinking of taking a "before" photo of myself in my bra and knickers, but I don't know if I'm game enough to post it on here. On my blog.
I want to.
But I don't want to, at the same time - you know what I mean?
I might alienate some people - or make them gag... I don't know which.
And because I've become attached to you gals, I don't want you to run screaming from the room, never to speak to me again.
I would hate that.
I might have to con Robynn into posting it on her brand-new 30 Day Throw Down blog - with a paper bag over my head... and a secret witness-protection program name, or somthin'.
What do you think?
Is anyone else game enough to do it with Joolz and I?
For me to do it, it will involve first running the whipper-snipper (weed-eater) over my legs, getting some of that extreme cover-up make up, to hide the "road map of greater Cleveland" varicose veins, and maybe some laser surgery to obliterate any potentially identifiable by ex-husbands or boyfriends, scars... but I'm willing to do it in the ol' bra and knickers - IF, Joolz or anyone else does it with me as well.
With a paper bag over my head, of course.
See, I know that I'm not fooling anyone, by wearing baggy pants and loose tops - and I'm sure as hell not fooling myself either.
There... I've said it. Largely, and boldly.
I know that I'm fat, and the friends who know me, know that I'm fat.
We just don't talk about it.
I need to make some drastic changes... and Robynn's "30 day Throw Down", ( have you seen her brand new "30 Day Throw Down" blog, devoted exclusively to the "throw down"?) is the ideal way to do it.
(did you notice that I threw in *throw down* 3 times in that one little sentence? Is that overkill, or what?)
Because, see... I like me some moral support, and it's empowering as heck to know that I'm not alone, fighting this damn battle of the bulge(s).
I need to admit to all and sundry that "this is me" - in all my (coughcough) glory .
So c'mon.... who wants to join Joolz and I ?
Paper bags optional.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
It just involves thinking about what I put into my mouth, and ever since Robynn challenged us,
I've been shopping accordingly.
No more highly processed foods, healthier choices... Really simple things, really.
My first full day consisted of:
Breakfast: 2 Weetbix, topped with a sliced banana, and organic, raw milk.
Coffee, no sugar or sweetener, with raw milk.
(In regards to the Weetbix, I'm happy to say that Australia is totally into recycling, and it's amazing that they can recycle cardboard into a semi-palatable breakfast cereal. Well, just joking, but I have to admit that I've examined my cereal more than once, looking for traces of printing labels)
Morning tea: 2 Saltine crackers with butter and Vegemite, a handful of sliced raw capsicums (bell peppers) cucumber and carrot sticks, and a small piece of Jarlsberg cheese.
Lunch: Tuna on crispbread, homemade yogurt and an apple with cheddar cheese
Afternoon tea: Fruit salad, made from apples, kiwi's, bananas, grapes, mandarins, topped with a dollop of yogurt and some finely chopped walnuts. (the kids LOVE this, so we make it several times a week!)
Dinner: A big ol' Caesar salad, and less than half an Angus burger from McDonald's. (okay, I know it's fast food, but I went for the healthier choice - and only had less than half of it. It's a start... isn't it?)