Well it is Australia Day and I have just attended a barbeque as any good Australian should. It was a wonderful time with people I like and at a lovely home out in the burbs. It was also the biggest challenge to my diet so far. The spread was divine, with exotic salads and meats and plenty of food for everyone.
I ate before we left so that I wouldn’t be hungry and could ignore the food. I managed quite well with the meats and salads and felt quite proud of myself. Then out came the traditional desserts and my eyes boggled. Pavlova, chocolate ripple cake, cheesecake… the desserts kept coming and my eyes grew wider.
Now I know my weakness, and my weakness is sweets. I have indulged in many a chocolate creamy dessert and my favourite of all is the chocolate ripple cake. It is a deceptively simple dish, chocolate ripple biscuits surrounded by whipped cream and depending how fancy the cook wants to go you can grate a bit of chocolate on the top. It is all chocolaty and creamy goodness indeed. And there it was sitting in front of me while I am trying to be virtuous and stick to my diet.
I am happy to report that I did not succumb to the temptation and found that having plenty of company to talk to and letting them all know the reasons for refusing the dessert so that they weren’t continually pressing me to try some helped tremendously. I think being honest about being on a diet is an important step and it means that you have plenty of people around you to support you.
I haven’t done any exercise for a couple of days now but will get back into the swing of things tomorrow. Alcohol doesn’t really mix with exercise.
One last note before I go. It is Australia Day today and I do expect a certain amount of patriotism amongst Australians as we have a great country to be proud of, but I was puzzled by the sheer amount of cars I saw travelling on the freeway with Australian flags on the back window of the car. Were they coming from an event or is just everyone that patriotic? Guess I will never know.
Well I weighed myself this morning with a lot of trepidation as I did the cheat thing and weighed myself during the week. It is apparently the cardinal rule of weight loss that you only weigh yourself once a week at the same time preferably with the same clothes on as that is the only true measure of your weight loss. During the week you can have quite large fluctuations and also you weigh differently at different times of day. Anyway I had a sneaky weigh of myself yesterday and was dismayed to see I had gained weight!
What a disappointment! That serves me right for not waiting for the right time to do it. I stepped on the scales this morning and what do you know? I had lost 2.3 kg. The first true week of weight loss is supposed to be a bit larger than the rest so I was hoping for a figure like that (much as I am hoping to have a figure eventually 🙂 ) The next week shouldn’t be quite as dramatic (we are not on the Biggest Loser show here) but I am aiming for about a kilo a week.
I kept up the exercise this week with a bit of playing on the Wii each night but I went for a walk this morning and I tell you the Wii gets you nowhere near as puffed as walking up a really steep hill does. I thought I was going to have a heart attack! When I caught my breath at the top of the hill (my place is surrounded by really steep hills so I can’t escape them on any walk) I thought that this is probably what I should be doing every day instead of Wii. Unfortunately it is not as fun as Wii so it might only happen once a week or so. Perils of being a lazy girl I guess.
I had an anxiety dream this morning. It wasn’t one I have had before, rather strange really. I dreamt that I had been asked to play bass with a local band at some private back yard party (probably watching too much Oprah lately what with Taco parties and all that!). For a start I haven’t ever played bass guitar. Sure I dabbled with acoustic guitar at school and like every teenager who learns guitar I begged (and got) an electric guitar to play with. I, being a typical lazy girl, never ever really excelled at guitar. Sure I could hold a decent chord and played in the school band in a couple of musicals but was never really destined for greatness because I didn’t practice enough. So back to the dream. I haven’t picked up a guitar in several years, let alone ever played the bass, so why these people were asking me to play with them I don’t know, it was a dream and they don’t have to make sense.
I got delivered by a limo (delusions of grandeur much?) and there were address instructions written in texta on the guitar. I knocked on the door and the person who answered took me through to the back yard where the band was setting up. They greeted me like they knew me and commenced to start playing like they knew I could just join in. That is where the anxiety starts as of course I had no idea what to play and where to come in. Suddenly (I think the brain knows when you have had enough and helps out every now and then) sheet music appears in front of me with all the areas I have to play marked. There is unfortunately a solo coming up (a bass solo? dreams are weird) and everybody is looking to me….. and of course that is where the dream ended with me waking up thinking that was one of the weirder ones.
I only have those sort of dreams when something is on my mind. I went to sleep last night with all these plans for the editing of Ethel and I should have written them down as they must have played on my mind because I didn’t want to forget them. I am going to write them down this very minute. If you are still reading here thank you for your patience with my rambling. I am hoping that as the days go by and I get more practice I will become a little more accomplished at this blog thing. I will eventually put more interesting things here but for now you will have to put up with my general rantings about life and weight loss (or gain). And I love to use parentheses so you will be seeing a lot of those too.
Just got back from the MSFC. It was the first session for the year and everybody had to discuss what they got for Christmas. There was a surprising amount of interesting stuff along with the dreary and plain boring, but mixed up enough to keep things moving along. As happens with fans there was quite an amount of off topic conversation but many people had quite a few weeks of catch up to do.
In a fit of volunteerism I have signed up to edit Ethel the Aardvark which is the club magazine. I have never edited anything before so it will be a new and interesting experience. I will be blogging about that as well so stay tuned (not that anyone is actually reading this until I can figure out how the heck to post things to facebook and twitter).
I will be trying to post something everyday as I want my writing skills to improve. This is part of the New Year’s Resolution set of promises I made to myself.
- Write more often
- Keep in touch better with family and friends
- lose weight
- drink less often
- exercise more
As you can see they are the usual suspects when it comes to resolutions, and indeed, they are the same ones I make every year so we will see how well I stick to it. I am hoping this year is exciting and new and I know it couldn’t be worse than the last one. Those that know me know that it wasn’t the best one for me but I have put on a happy face and made it so that only good things can happen to me this year.
I shall post more tomorrow.