Yes that is little old me in SIZE 5 jeans!
OMFG!
I can fit into my 13 year old daughter’s size 5 (US) jeans!
Sure I can’t breathe.
And luckily they are lo-rise so all the wobbly bits squeeze “above the line”.
But still.
Size freaking 5!
I am happy.
Now why am I suddenly craving a muffin…
What a week!
Two funerals – which to be fair were both uplifting in their own ways. An odd mixture of celebration and sadness and seeing people at their most real.
I do like this trend of personal funerals rather than the traditional church burials – you really feel you know the person.
As for mine?
I don’t care.
Cremate me in a cardboard box and play Yo-Yo Ma’s Bach Cello Suite 1 as you throw my ashes off the ridge at Ennuin (or wherever), that’d do for me. It’s up to you. Funerals are for the living not the dead.
I stopped to smell the roses on the way to work one day this week. That’s what funerals do for you.
It didn’t smell but it did look pretty.
I wasn’t going to talk about funerals today, but I guess they have been a big part of this week.
My crazy protein diet is still on.
Tomatoes and bacon for breakfast – my favourite breakfast and one I rarely have because… well it’s bacon.
But bacon is protein and therefore allowed.
I’m losing weight.
The girls are going.
Gee it’s been fun having them. I can see some lingerie purchases will soon be necessary.
Sigh.
But my waist is coming back. Yay!
I might even be able to bear to buy some scales.
In other news, the other day I was in the city and came across a Free Iran protest.
This I could tell from the banners.
All the speeches were in Arabic so can’t tell you exactly what the protest is about.
It made me feel good to be an Australian.
How we allow everyone to have their moment to speak publically about issues they care about.
I think we’d all like a free Iran.
So it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow… have any plans?
I’m planning a visit to the beauty parlour – an annual overhaul?
I do hate going and have people fuss over me.
Yes I realise that that makes me less of a woman.
Let me check my care factor… oh… zero.
So I’m stealing myself for some major fuss.
Standby for a sleeker, browner, glossier Cellobella.
Just like me, but better.
Alright enough already.
Too many people have told me about the protein diet where you eat protein only for three days and then have high protein after that, one day off a week, 10,000 steps a day… yeah yeah I hear ya.
Well I’m going to try it.
At this point I would have put in a photo of me at my skinniest as inspiration… but I couldn’t find one… so this is a photo of me aged about 8 (and my bro): “Hmmm…” I’m thinking, “protein… ”
Anyway day one worked out okay.
I walked down to my favourite deli to get some sliced meat for lunch and realised I had left my wallet at home.
The 10,000 steps just became doable.
So on this diet, you’re supposed to not eat for an hour after eating, and then you have to eat again within three.
Well I’m just not good at keeping to time unless I’m on air…
I was so hungry when I got home.
Hungry and a little bit sick I think.
Anyway Groover, bless him, had found the lowest carb meal he could possibly find in Delicious and made it for me.
How yummy does that look?
Not as yummy as it tasted.
Unfortunately I wasn’t allowed to eat the salad because it’s not protein and I’m on protein only for three days.
Sigh.
Day one and I break the diet.
A small, tiny transgression surely…
Anyway after dinner I really did feel sick – so I’m not sure whether this protein only thing really is that flash.
Or maybe I shouldn’t have had that glass of wine.
It wasn’t protein wine.
Sigh again.
Two transgressions.
Since November 2006 I have carefully avoided my former gym, across the road from work in East Perth. I had been a member there longer than any other gym I’ve been a member of.
I used to find it quite convenient to pop out during lunchtime for a quick half hour workout.
But then I went on holiday to Ireland (yes I’m blaming the Irish) and after that I never really got back into the rhythm of regular exercise.
Hence joining the team at Club HASAY.
So yesterday I had to walk to the bank at the end of the road to get coffee money. It was a beautiful morning and I was quite pleased that the rediteller downstairs at the cafe was out of order, forcing me into the fresh air.
I got my money and almost skipped along the road to my favourite coffee pot – Punch.
As I neared the corner where my gym is, I blanched.
I’d forgotton to swap to the other side of the street and there, eyeballing me, was my former personal trainer – Dean – who remembered my name…
“Hey Cellobella, how’s it going? Doing much exercise lately?”
Of course it was obvious that I hadn’t been.
I couldn’t get out of there quickly enough and I came up with the perfect exit line.
“So Dean, when is the next boot camp?”
“Not til January…”
“Oh,” I said, “What a shame… well, better go. Bye!”
As if I was going to do boot camp. *snort*
So how is the exercise-diet thing going?
Well I’ve been walking 3-4 times a week but the diet is a bit of a worry… apart from lunch. The Lunch Club at work is still going strong and really works well.
I’m sitting here now, waiting for my lunch to arrive, waiting for the surprise!
Now if only I could organise a dinner club…
Well I’ve been eating healthily – apart from dessert on the weekend and drinking wine.
And I’ve been walking a lot more.
My friend said I looked like the exercise was working.
And I discovered that people like it if I wear my hair up.
Goals for this week:
To track what I eat
To walk at least 4 times
I’ve been pretty good this weekend. Yesterday I spent five hours weeding in the garden.
It was long overdue – thigh high thistles – and it took me ages to clear just a small section of my garden.
I figured that counted as exercise.
Then, this morning Groover and I went for an 8 kilometre walk. It was a beautiful day. My legs are aching now though.
Unfortunately two days of exercise won’t make up for the five days of slackness before hand but in that time it was my birthday and I made a dress so I figure that counts for something.
No?
Oh.
Anyway here’s my exciting news which I’m sure will excite my fellow Club HASAYers – especially the ones who work outside the home.
At work we’ve formed a lunch club.
(no, really, this is good… keep reading)
What we do is each day one of us makes lunch for all five in the group. The lunch must be lo-fat and healthy.
It’s brilliant. It’s cheaper than getting lunch from the local cafes, it means we always have a healthy lunch that we don’t have to make and it makes us part of a little community. It means each day we get a surprise. And really – making one salad or five doesn’t really take that much more effort.
My first day is Wednesday and I can’t say I’m looking forward to it. I’m a bit nervous the girls won’t like my salad. So, any recipes, tips would be gratefully received.
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Perhaps it’s because I’m having an alcohol-free week that I was drawn to this blog thing. If I can’t drink it at the very least I can write about it.
Groover has joined me by only drinking beer this week – thanks Groove – your support is awesome.
At least I know the remnants of that St Clair Sav Blanc will still be there when I start drinking again.
The program I’m kind-of-not-really following anymore recommends red wine as it is more filling and better for you. One glass only, you understand,
I went back to the physio today. Turns out he’s a comedian. “Oh yes the only reason we’re always recommending exercise is to pay the mortgage! Ha ha ha.” It’s a bit like a dentist giving you a lolly after having your teeth drilled.
The hip flexor is improving nicely thank you, I might even go for a walk on the weekend.
Don’t want to push things.
Now I wonder how that big bowl of pasta is going to fit into the diet?
Tip: Don’t discuss The Tapeworm Diet if spaghetti is on the menu.
PS: Not really a good diet to try… Ewwww.
It has come I’m afraid to look closely in the mirror (not not the one that makes you look thin girl – and we all have one of them) and assess the fitness situation.
And maybe the weight situation.
I’ve been a blobby lardy arse for more than a year now and it shows.
My faithful black pants that have been with me through thick and thin are now too small. That’s a bad sign. I’m a d-cup. And while Groover seems to appreciate them – that is also a bad sign.
But you know I could put up with that.
What I can’t have, simply can. not. have, is Groover being the fit and healthy one in the relationship.
The “my-body-is-a-temple-that’s-temple-of-doom-people” Groover. Who had the same pair of running shoes for 15 years before they wore out. Who doesn’t eat fruit. Or salad.
Groover has been getting up at Sparrow’s Fart and walking – at a very brisk pace – for an hour in the morning and sometimes in the evening as well. (he says it’s the new sandshoes)
He’s been eating fruit for breakfast.
And having seconds of salad at dinner.
And this evening – he asked if I’d like to go walking with him?!
Well! The nerve of this upstart fit person!!
Who is he, to condescend to ask me, a person who has done three detoxes and joined several gyms (for a while), to go walking. Pfft!
But you know, I think I might.
Observation: It is a lot easier to stay “on plan” when you don’t eat out. Yesterday I had lunch out with my MIL and the kids and had a salad – unfortunately drenched in dressing. I did take off the parmesan shavings (not mentioned on the menu) but ate the dressed salad. How bad can it be after all.
Except that I forgot to take the tablets. Anyway maybe that doesn’t matter, My friend Ant says she’s done the detox without the tablets, with the same effect so…
In the evening I went out to the golf club for a dinner dance. More fun with a partner these things as the music doesn’t really lend itself to a bunch of girls on the dancefloor. Not that we let that stop us! The food was amazing. And I’m counting scallops as fish, and also the barramundi as fish as it is actually fish. I skipped dessert, cheese course and all wine. And forgot the tablets again.
Unfortunately it was late – well not late for normal people but late for me – and I didn’t get to bed til 12.30am which, after getting up at 4, is too late. I slept in til 8.30am. A problem since I needed to be at work by then – still, I got in at 9 after organising the kids. No breakfast, no tablets again! In fact by the time I got to eat it was after 2pm so the detox is a bit skewiff at the moment.
Groover has been off fishing which has left me in juggle mode but the grandmas have really helped out A LOT, especially mum who had the kids on Friday night and Saturday night. THANK YOU! Right now Hugamuga is off at a party and Dippity is down the beach with a friend.
I know, it’s August! Crazy child wouldn’t take a wet suit either. They just don’t seem to feel the cold. When do we start feeling cold? I can’t ever remember not finding water cold. Swimming lessons were awful in all those unheated pools… not to mention those ones down the beach… brrrrrrr. Maybe my kids have inherited a polar bear gene from somewhere.
I should be out exercising as I missed gym yesterday but I’m just too tired. I know, I know, exercise will give me energy but I’m just not sure I can face it. Lovely weather though.
