Today as I was driving through the Hungry Jacks Drive-Thru (woops! so not part of the plan...) getting 6 nuggets and a small chips for $3 I had a thought. What if food cost how many calories it was?
What if fruit and veg was cheaper per 100g than say chocolate or chips or fast food? Would I still make the choices I make? Would it influence the way I eat at all?
I read about all the advances in technology where in the future we could be implanted with a chip connected to our bank account so there would be no physical money. What if it went a step further and food was only available via scanning your chip? What if you got turned away from a restaurant because you'd already eaten your allotment for the day? What if restaurants and supermarkets didn't exist and we went to a central place to get our food for the day?
On the one hand I would be flabbergasted and embarrassed and enraged. On the other hand maybe it would make my life so much easier. I freakin LOVE food. I spend way too much of my time thinking about what I'm going to eat next, how things taste, what I can make...
What if?
Sunday, 28 June 2015
Sunday, 14 June 2015
Learning to change my thinking
These last couple of weeks I have been learning to change my thinking around food. WW is good because there are no restrictions on what I can eat - but sometimes that can be a bad thing! It gives you a certain amount to eat each day, and then some extra to use over the week to allow for splurges and extra indulgences. The first week I didn't use any of the extra ProPoints but the next two weeks I used them all plus more.
This week I have vowed to end the week with Propoints to spare and with one day to go it's looking promising. The interesting thing is that I have still indulged in the foods that tipped me over the edge in those two weeks, but I have been able to 'ration' the portions a bit better by keeping mindful of what I am eating and trying not to eat mindlessly.
If there is one thing I have learned over the last few years, it's that I am no good with withdrawal. I am a binge-eater and absolutely love eating sweet foods. The more I think I can't have something, the more I want it, and the more I will eat when I eventually cave in.
This isn't gonna be easy... or quick... but it will happen!
This week I have vowed to end the week with Propoints to spare and with one day to go it's looking promising. The interesting thing is that I have still indulged in the foods that tipped me over the edge in those two weeks, but I have been able to 'ration' the portions a bit better by keeping mindful of what I am eating and trying not to eat mindlessly.
If there is one thing I have learned over the last few years, it's that I am no good with withdrawal. I am a binge-eater and absolutely love eating sweet foods. The more I think I can't have something, the more I want it, and the more I will eat when I eventually cave in.
This isn't gonna be easy... or quick... but it will happen!
Thursday, 28 May 2015
A new improvement
How many different weight-loss plans have I been on now? Golly me... so many. So many failed attempts and here I am sitting right back where I started more than 4 years ago. When I saw that number on the scales 10 days ago, I knew I had to do something. But what? What is out there that I haven't done? What miracle cure will finally be the one that gives me my bikini body?
When I looked in the mirror, the answer was staring me in the face.
Me.
I'm the miracle cure that gives me my bikini body.
So I thought about how I want to do it, and came up with a bit of a list:
-Eat real food, without restricting food groups or types of food
-Exercise for enjoyment and health, not punishment
-Be accountable to someone I don't know, who is a real person that I have to look in the eye
The first time I lost weight, I did it for a work Biggest Loser competition. Each week, we weighed in with a guy from the HR department who was sworn to secrecy. That was a huge motivator because I did NOT want to step on the scales in front of him and have him know that I had put on weight. I need that pressure again.
The next few times I have done online programs where everything is spelled out for me, and I weigh in online, chat to others online, and pretend to stick to the program. It clearly hasn't worked for me.
It's back to the face-to-face contact that I know I thrive on. 10 days, two meetings, a successful weigh in and a positive attitude later... I'm doing okay. Hello Weight Watchers!
When I looked in the mirror, the answer was staring me in the face.
Me.
I'm the miracle cure that gives me my bikini body.
So I thought about how I want to do it, and came up with a bit of a list:
-Eat real food, without restricting food groups or types of food
-Exercise for enjoyment and health, not punishment
-Be accountable to someone I don't know, who is a real person that I have to look in the eye
The first time I lost weight, I did it for a work Biggest Loser competition. Each week, we weighed in with a guy from the HR department who was sworn to secrecy. That was a huge motivator because I did NOT want to step on the scales in front of him and have him know that I had put on weight. I need that pressure again.
The next few times I have done online programs where everything is spelled out for me, and I weigh in online, chat to others online, and pretend to stick to the program. It clearly hasn't worked for me.
It's back to the face-to-face contact that I know I thrive on. 10 days, two meetings, a successful weigh in and a positive attitude later... I'm doing okay. Hello Weight Watchers!
Sunday, 10 May 2015
What's new? I'm 32!
Hello world. It's the new me. How many new me's have there been? Too many to count.
Today is my birthday. I'm 32. Half a lifetime ago, 32 sounded OLD. I figured I would be married with a house and a couple of kids. I'm halfway there - we've done the marriage thing, we're halfway to a deposit and we're trying for kids. I still feel a little unaccomplished, but with time I'm realising that my life is what I make it. Things have happened in the order and the timing that they have because that is the way they are meant to be.
There's no use wishing the time away until my life is perfect because let's face it - perfect doesn't exist! I am working on so many parts of myself that sometimes it's all too hard and I just give up for a day or a week or a month... and that's okay.
Every day is a fresh beginning. Today was a good day, and tomorrow will be too!
Today is my birthday. I'm 32. Half a lifetime ago, 32 sounded OLD. I figured I would be married with a house and a couple of kids. I'm halfway there - we've done the marriage thing, we're halfway to a deposit and we're trying for kids. I still feel a little unaccomplished, but with time I'm realising that my life is what I make it. Things have happened in the order and the timing that they have because that is the way they are meant to be.
There's no use wishing the time away until my life is perfect because let's face it - perfect doesn't exist! I am working on so many parts of myself that sometimes it's all too hard and I just give up for a day or a week or a month... and that's okay.
Every day is a fresh beginning. Today was a good day, and tomorrow will be too!
Saturday, 11 April 2015
Easter fun
For Easter this year we went camping with some friends who have a rural property. It was absolutely fantastic!
I'm not a camper - we used to go camping when I was younger, but I haven't done it in 20 years. My husband and I bought a tent and some sleeping bags a year or so ago. He told me he loves camping and fishing and all that outdoor stuff - yet in the 4 years we've been together, he hasn't tried to go once. I was super sceptical when our friends suggested we accompany them for the weekend, but my husband seemed keen so we went along.
A couple of conversations with our friends to sort out who was bringing what made me a little more excited, but also brought attention to the fact that I had NO IDEA HOW TO CAMP.
Fast forward to the day of departure and we got a phone call that our friend's baby daughter was sick and they needed to take her to the doctor, so we would be delayed by a couple of hours. After that small hiccup, we were off!
The weekend was filled with a lot of marshmallows, building and poking fires, walking, and generally just sitting around talking nonsense. I learned how to cook all sorts of things on a fire, in coals, and on a barbecue. I learned how to watch someone else put up a tent, how to use a long-drop (that's a bush toilet for those who don't know!), and how to avoid doing the dishes by volunteering to cook.
It was an awesome weekend. It was a lot of work to get there, and quite a bit once we got home with all the washing and cleaning and unpacking.... but I was super relaxed and it was so nice to get away from all the hustle and bustle. We didn't have phone reception or internet access so we were truly cut off from the outside world.
We'll be doing it again once the weather warms up again - I may not be a princess when it comes to not having a shower or power.... but I hate being cold!!
I'm not a camper - we used to go camping when I was younger, but I haven't done it in 20 years. My husband and I bought a tent and some sleeping bags a year or so ago. He told me he loves camping and fishing and all that outdoor stuff - yet in the 4 years we've been together, he hasn't tried to go once. I was super sceptical when our friends suggested we accompany them for the weekend, but my husband seemed keen so we went along.
A couple of conversations with our friends to sort out who was bringing what made me a little more excited, but also brought attention to the fact that I had NO IDEA HOW TO CAMP.
Fast forward to the day of departure and we got a phone call that our friend's baby daughter was sick and they needed to take her to the doctor, so we would be delayed by a couple of hours. After that small hiccup, we were off!
The weekend was filled with a lot of marshmallows, building and poking fires, walking, and generally just sitting around talking nonsense. I learned how to cook all sorts of things on a fire, in coals, and on a barbecue. I learned how to watch someone else put up a tent, how to use a long-drop (that's a bush toilet for those who don't know!), and how to avoid doing the dishes by volunteering to cook.
It was an awesome weekend. It was a lot of work to get there, and quite a bit once we got home with all the washing and cleaning and unpacking.... but I was super relaxed and it was so nice to get away from all the hustle and bustle. We didn't have phone reception or internet access so we were truly cut off from the outside world.
We'll be doing it again once the weather warms up again - I may not be a princess when it comes to not having a shower or power.... but I hate being cold!!
Thursday, 26 March 2015
Sticky Fingers
I awoke with an awareness that I had sticky fingers. Rubbing
them together I couldn’t identify the substance that covered them. What had
happened in my sleep? Had I defecated and not been conscious enough to realise?
A quick mental scan of my body revealed the substance was
also on my leg, and widely spread across my sheet. I reached across to switch
on the light and discovered that the substance was brown. Oh god, I did…
Not one to shy away from a difficult situation, I slowly
brought my fingers to my nose. Not believing that I had, in fact, pooed myself,
I needed to sniff the evidence. The smell wasn’t what I was expecting. I did
have a headcold, and couldn’t identify it straight away. I indulged my
curiosity and stuck out my tongue. I couldn’t believe that I was about to eat
my own excrement, but I needed to know.
It was sweet. It was sticky.
Image thanks to Google Images
I haven’t eaten in bed since that day. Chocolate melts and goes everywhere when you fall asleep on a block!
Sunday, 15 March 2015
Peace
What do I do when it isn't going as I thought it would? What do I do when I'm STILL not at goal weight, when I'm actually heading up in scale number rather than down? What do I do when I realise that losing weight is just not what I truly want right now? What do I do when my whole outlook on life has changed?
For the last 5 years AT LEAST, my life has revolved around losing weight. Around trying to find the way that is finally going to help me achieve that ideal weight, to become the person I think I should be. But a couple of days ago, I realised that who I think I should be doesn't necessarily reflect who I am.
I am a strong, confident, talented woman who is essentially happy with every single fucking aspect of her life right now. How many people can say that they enjoy waking up every day because there is something to look forward to, something exciting, or something to challenge them? Yes, I have days where I struggle and wonder if I'm doing the right thing or putting the right things first. But I also have days where I start and end with a smile on my face and a feeling of satisfaction that the path I'm on is the one I'm meant to be travelling.
There has been a shift, and I haven't noticed. I no longer focus on calories or punishing myself through exercise. I focus on enjoying food - sometimes too much. I focus on exercising for enjoyment - sometimes this means slowing to a walk and enjoying the sunshine on my face and the wind in my hair.
Things are going so well and I feel like I should feel guilty for not following Isagenix to a tee. For not taking the business opportunity it provides and running with it. But the truth is, I don't. I love the program for what it can offer, and I will continue to use the products in conjunction with a healthy outlook and attitude towards food. If the opportunity comes up to share this with someone else, I will take it. I will be an advocate for the benefits as I see them, and give a truthful, genuine review if requested.
It's been a week of revelation for me, and I feel a little freedom in knowing that I'm ok with me right now. It's like the vice that was squeezing me has been released. I feel peace, and I haven't felt that for a very long time. This peace feels good, and I know that it's right for me.
Peace is good.
For the last 5 years AT LEAST, my life has revolved around losing weight. Around trying to find the way that is finally going to help me achieve that ideal weight, to become the person I think I should be. But a couple of days ago, I realised that who I think I should be doesn't necessarily reflect who I am.
I am a strong, confident, talented woman who is essentially happy with every single fucking aspect of her life right now. How many people can say that they enjoy waking up every day because there is something to look forward to, something exciting, or something to challenge them? Yes, I have days where I struggle and wonder if I'm doing the right thing or putting the right things first. But I also have days where I start and end with a smile on my face and a feeling of satisfaction that the path I'm on is the one I'm meant to be travelling.
There has been a shift, and I haven't noticed. I no longer focus on calories or punishing myself through exercise. I focus on enjoying food - sometimes too much. I focus on exercising for enjoyment - sometimes this means slowing to a walk and enjoying the sunshine on my face and the wind in my hair.
Things are going so well and I feel like I should feel guilty for not following Isagenix to a tee. For not taking the business opportunity it provides and running with it. But the truth is, I don't. I love the program for what it can offer, and I will continue to use the products in conjunction with a healthy outlook and attitude towards food. If the opportunity comes up to share this with someone else, I will take it. I will be an advocate for the benefits as I see them, and give a truthful, genuine review if requested.
It's been a week of revelation for me, and I feel a little freedom in knowing that I'm ok with me right now. It's like the vice that was squeezing me has been released. I feel peace, and I haven't felt that for a very long time. This peace feels good, and I know that it's right for me.
Peace is good.
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