A few of my favourite things…

Today I had a wonderful Mother’s Day filled with some of my very favourite things…

A trip to Max Brenner

Chocolate! It really is one of life’s pleasures. We indulged in hot chocolates and Tutti Fruitti pancakes – and even Picasso had to admit at the end he could not possibly eat anything else (Picasso is currently having 3 bowls of cereal for breakfast). The kids haven’t been to Max Brenner’s before, and fully embraced its “Willy Wonka” ambience.

A visit to “the Dymocks building” 

One of my most favourite places ever is the Dymocks building in Sydney’s CBD. Three floors of books, stationary and reading-related paraphernalia – what more could anyone want? I spent a small fortune and had such a lovely time browsing the shelves.

A nap

I’m not sure what it is about a nap that is so much better than ordinary night-time sleep, but I just love naps.

My assortment of gifts from the school Mother’s Day stall

Okay, okay, I’m being slightly tongue-in-cheek. But my fluffy bed socks, manicure kit, “World’s Best Mum” mug and handbag organiser are truly tokens of love. And hey, that handbag organiser will really come in handy.

I hope you Mums out there enjoyed your Mother’s Day and got to do some of your most favourite things!

Weight loss saga continues…

I made the depressing discovery this week that I have now passed the “half-way” mark of my wardrobe.

By that I mean I have more clothes in the “don’t fit” pile than the “do fit”. It started with the odd button that was slightly too tight – and now I can only get into one pair of jeans out of the five cluttering up my drawers!

I blame the bizarre combination of a bout of Giardia a few years ago, coupled with a significant amount  of personal stress about 18 months ago, which saw me lose heaps of weight. In what was obviously a delirious frenzy of malnutrition, I got rid of all the clothes that were too big, and find myself with a whole stack of clothes that won’t fit me now!

So I either buy a new wardrobe – can’t see Souljourneyboy liking that idea – or I (shudder) actually set myself to losing some weight.

I know I’m not that big, in fact I only need to lose about 5-6 kilos. It’s just that small amount is literally a dress size for me and for some reason seems so insurmountable. As does the thought of giving up the two blocks of chocolate I seem to be eating every weekend.

Anyway I have been inspired by a colleague who has nearly completed the 12-week Michelle Bridges course, so I think I’m going to sign up for the next round, which starts on November 21. It’s kind of depressing I’ll be doing it over Christmas but I had to wait until Uni was finished, because I have absolutely no time for exercise at the moment.

So…I’m taking the plunge. Six kilos gone…hopefully by January when I have to wear swimmers in front of other people, (almost) daily exercise and lots of clean food. And I’ve put it out into the blogosphere now so I HAVE to do it.

It can’t be too hard – surely???

🙂

Counting calories (sigh)

Like many women across the world today, I went into the new week today burdened by the knowledge of what I’d eaten on the weekend.

Still, Monday is always a fresh start, and I once again recommitted eagerly to my weight loss goal, promising myself that I would:

  • snack only on fruit
  • have lite tuna and weight watchers cottage cheese for lunch.

That plan lasted for about an hour, because this is what I found on the red table in our department:

As I looked upon the shiny, seductive packet of sinfulness, I calmly contemplated this question:

WHY DOES THE UNIVERSE EXIST PURELY TO THWART MY WEIGHT LOSS PLANS?

Before I knew it, I’d scarfed three down and my tuna and cottage cheese was looking less appealing by the second. I don’t know about anyone else, but once I’ve screwed up the morning’s eating plan, it’s so hard to get back on track the rest of the day. It’s like my brain goes, “oh well, you’ve had a couple of chocolate biscuits so therefore you may as well have a super-sized KFC meal for lunch, followed by chocolate cheesecake for afternoon tea because THAT MAKES PERFECT SENSE.

The other thing my brain does is selectively choose what calories it counts. The other day my Mum offered me a piece of lemon tart and my brain actually said: “oh well that’s OK because Mum’s given it to me.”

Really?? Why would anyone think that?

Another weird thing happens to me when I’m trying to diet; I suddenly have an urge to spend money. It’s so strange. It’s like I can be frugal OR I can be calorie-conscious, but not both at the same time. Clearly, being self-controlled in one area means I have to break out radically in another. It’s very annoying.

Well the day’s almost over now and while I did stick to my tuna and cottage cheese for lunch I also ate another three Tim Tams. The trade-off, I told myself, was that I had to be EXTRA GOOD tonight and basically just eat apple peel for dinner.

Only…Souljourneyboy rang and informed me we’re having homemade gourmet pizzas for dinner. YUM.

There’s always next Monday, right?