Tuesday 5th November

Melbourne Cup Day. Who won? Who cares!!

Well, it's been a while since I updated. Life, you know. Gets in the way of all sorts of things!

String Bean has started his exams. He seems confident although had a spot of bother with his English exam.

The Kid is getting excited about Tassie ... and so is his Mum!!

The Drummer is doing things hard at the moment. School, relationships, work .... I wouldn't be 16 again for all the tea in China!

Himself is pretty good. He's building a hall table from a couple of slabs of Silky Oak we bought from the woodworking show last week. If he's making stuff he's happy!

I have had soooo many days off work! I went to The Cancer Council last week for a two day course on facilitating the Living With Cancer Education Program. Great stuff. And I have been painting and painting and painting. I can finally see an end to it! So about half an hour ago I pulled everything out of the wardrobe in our bedroom and it's all on the bed and floor and I have to go and sort through it all so I came here instead!

Have finished my cuppa and muffin so better go and sort! I'll be back to fill you in on the weight loss ..... yeah, right!!

Thursday 7th November

Happy 84th birthday, Dad. Mind you, I'd shit myself if I thought my parents were reading this!!!

Angelfire can't count. I thought it had lost my latest page but there it was .... page 10 after page 1!!

After my cynical, ignorant comment about the Melbourne Cup I have to add that I was delighted that Damien Oliver won. It's the whole horsey thing that doesn't do much for me!

On Saturday I hopped on the scales expecting a good loss after the best week I've had in a long time, only to register a 600g gain. So I did what every self-respecting person does under similar circumstances .... ate and drank everything in sight for 3 days. Needless to say the scales continued to climb. This little hissy fit culminated in my wardrobe cleansing exercise after which I found that NOTHING fits. The whole kit and caboodle should now be in a brotherhood bin but I have decided to scramble back on the horse and lose those damn' kilos.

On my graph which is on my fridge (and has groovy stickers on it) is a list of rewards for weight lost. The reward for 4 kilos was a hair cut and colour. In expectation of said loss I had booked in to have this done. Naturally when Saturday happened I was not best pleased. After due thought I decided that rewarding myself only for weight loss is not a brilliant approach when I'm trying to do the life change thing. So I have added rewards all down the side of the graph from a massage to diamond earrings (a girl can dream). Yesterday I had the hair done and I feel good. If I can cope with the inevitable hiccups along the way then I deserve to be rewarded. Goals and rewards for reaching them just don't work for me. I stress and then beat myself up when I don't attain them. Far better to take each day one at a time.

Off to type up The Drummer's geography project, finish (once and for all) his room, put washing away, make evening meal and go to work!

Stay well ......

Thanks for this, Trish!