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Motivate. Weight. xlr8.

So it’s been 14 months since I sat here and wrote I Choose to Lose. And guess what?

I failed!

I really didn’t choose to lose at all. All I did was write it down and hope that by doing so, I would start watching my food intake and exercise more, and miraculously my clothes would start fitting better, and even might even begin to get too big.

Well those big clothes I bought are getting smaller, and I have in fact gained another 4 kg since writing that blog post.

It’s no secret that reducing the carbs in your diet will help you to lose weight, but what I am learning at the moment is some of us need help to understand how many hidden carbs are in our food, and what we consider healthy, might in fact be healthy, but while trying to lose weight should be avoided.

Point in fact. I bought “low-carb” cider as a summer alternative to my usual drink of choice red wine. Well that was dumb. The cider has 13.1 gm of carbs per stubby. I was better off on the wine. My other drink of choice is scotch and soda, an almost carb free alternative. So, given I had a broken toe, laid about on the outdoor furniture drinking cider all summer, I am feeling the pressure on my waist bands.

So when I saw this clip on the news a couple of weeks back, I decided to have a look into Rae’s product and see if I should in fact give it a go. After all, she is from Wangaratta, not far away from Yarrawonga, and she knows someone I know (good old country life).

Unlike Rae, I have not battled with my weight for years. It has only been since having kids, turning 40, changing hospitality to desk work and stopping smoking that I have slowly, but surely been banking the kilos.

In 2013-14 I tried another product, this was the first time in my life I had seriously made a decision to diet and I did in fact lose weight. It worked as an appetite suppressant and I basically halved my meals and made sure I had a Tupperware container of almonds on me as my staple snack.  I took one drink in the morning, kept my water up and found it reasonably easy to do. But, I didn’t believe I should need to continue taking a supplement for the rest of my life to maintain my weight, so I went off it, and back out on my own.

What that product didn’t teach me was that I need to change the way I eat and drink to maintain this weight. In fact, I barely changed what I ate at all, I just ate less. When my appetite came back, so did my habits.

So I got on the xlr8 website and started exploring. One of the things I was really happy to hear was that Rae isn’t trying to sell us a product that we will be on forever, but rather, a product that will assist with cravings and block hunger while we retrain ourselves to eat for a healthy life. I also private messaged our mutual friend and asked her how her journey was going. She was loving it, and being a red wine lover like myself, I believed her.

So, Sunday, I ordered the xlr8. Since then I have been checking carbs using the super user friendly free app, and without even starting on the product, I’ve already lost 1 kg in 4 days.

This favourite skirt of mine is beginning to get tight around the waist, so it is going to be my measuring stick for the next few months.

This time I’ve got it.

I choose to lose!

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Fuck You Book Week and other stories.

Wally Hat

Wally Hat

I love book week. What a brilliant concept, educating the masses that reading is fun and giving all the little people who are at school a chance to dress up as their favourite characters. I have even been the volunteer who sits in a shop and reads to the gorgeous ones as they do a tour of the street, showing off their costumes on one special day.

This year I did my best to be ready for book week well before the eve of said dress up day. But being prepared reared up it’s ugly head and bit me in the arse.

Firstly, let’s go back to March when I tried to buy outfits in Bali, what a time and place to shop the costume store. There were many a silky princess dress to be found. Alas, we did not purchase a princess dress, because miss pooh head wants to be Holly O’Hair (Rapunzel’s daughter in the Ever After High series) and none of the dresses were quite (let’s say) purple enough. I left the gorgeous (cheap) shop with a pirate outfit thinking that master good child could go as Tough Boris, and a knowledge that come August I will be wishing I had just sneaked a purplish dress into the shopping and pulled it out in surprise at a later date.

But good children often turn to shit, and now that the time is here, he hates Tough Boris and LOVES Where’s Wally. So Saturday I left our little town to shop the shit out of the next bigger city where Spotlight, Kmart and Big W are found. I knew in my heart I was going to be making a skirt for a princess, and creating an outfit for an adventurer so off we set to find the perfect costume pieces.

In Big W I could be heard yelling across the toy section to focus on the job at hand. I could not give two fucks what toys you guys ‘want’, I can barely find the floor in three rooms of the house as it is. Where the hell are the dress ups? We did three laps of the store, including two toilet stops within 10 minutes of each other, looking for something Wallyish, at least Wally Watcherish. I had several discussions with other parents, all on the same mission, apparently Kmart only have small sized outfits left, there’s not much variety here and the costumes are over that way. I walked over that way, and just as I was about to give up, asked a store attendant where are the fucking costumes? Just down the aisle with the coke at the end, with the party stuff. Right, of course, that’s logical (not). Nothing ready made was what my cherubs were after and I couldn’t even find a pair of Wally glasses. As we walked out with our new shoes, toys and other crap, I finally found a ladies t-shirt of the red and white striped variety. Plan B was found.

Holly's Skirt

Holly’s Skirt

Next stop Spotlight to find some floral fabric for this skirt. Not too painful. She chose reasonably quickly, but I couldn’t help but notice the madness that this costume shopping had created. Parents everywhere were looking harried. They had a rep to uphold as the crafty parent who had this costume shit covered. Staff were dressed as characters from Alice, the cool Cheshire Cat cut us some not floral fabric and binding and sent us on our way. As we browsed our way out the potential princess muttered something I couldn’t hear and would not repeat the statement, based on how I wouldn’t get it anyway. Blood pressure climbing I bit my tongue as I waited not very patiently in line at the checkout were the lollies were at eye level and I had to continually say no. No, not that one either. What part of no don’t you understand?

 

As we drove to Kmart for the one toy that could not be purchased anywhere else, I made the rules. We go in, look exactly where it should be and then leave if we can’t find it. I need lunch.

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Wally

A quick trip back to Big W where I flew in and purchased the t-shirt I should have bought two hours ago and an executive decision is made. I choose where we eat.

We went to a nice hotel for lunch. Somewhere they sell wine and delicious offerings. I ordered a pasta to level my mood and a glass of Sauv Blanc to compliment it. Both offspring managed to eat, drink and behave beautifully, and the result was a calmer mum who loves book week again.

A bit of fun with the sewing machine and making a pompom on Sunday and I am all ready for Thursday’s parade. I even found nerd glasses for Wally in the junk shop. My offspring are grateful for the time I spent and are kind of surprised how clever I am. We had lots of cuddles Sunday night and watched a movie together as I was too tired to read them a book.

 

 

 

Seafood and Chocolate (oh, and wine of course)

When I have picked Miss 4 up from pre school the last two weeks she has been sporting all sorts of bunnies, painted eggs, paintings of eggs, hats with ears…and you get the picture.

So I asked her “Did they tell you why we have Easter?”. “Ummm..” she replies “because after Christmas comes Easter.” Then I ask “What does Easter mean to you?”. You guessed it. “Going hunting for Easter eggs”. Of course it does, isn’t that what Easter means to every child? That is what it meant to me.

I loved this post from a friend on Facebook

With the holidays upon us, I think it’s important to reflect on the true meaning of Easter…

CHOCOLATE AND BUNNIES.

Oh and time off from work. These are the important things.

I am not sure what to say to Miss 4, I am still answering questions about what happened when kitty died 18 months ago. She thinks he is heaven, she buried him with some smarties for the trip, I think he has most probably decomposed in the ground under one of Grandma’s oleander bushes, never to be seen again. But a bit of spirituality never hurt anyone.

What does Easter mean to me? Well I love a good bible story, I like all stories.

Easter for me is hot cross buns for breakfast and a lovely seafood lunch with family on Good Friday. This year I found a bakery that still have orange peel in their buns, I cannot begin to describe my excitement!  This is a small part of our lunch feast. Note the very nice bubbly to go with it. Not exactly poor man’s food these days, but I still partake in the fish and wine (forget the bread though, it might fill me up and I wont be able to fit in any scallops).

Photo: Only the cold component of our lunch. Add seared scallops, thai prawns and lemon pepper calamari, needless to say I am stuffed full and can't fit any flourless orange cake in.

Saturday is spent slothing about as I am still recovery from committing gluttony the day before.

Easter Sunday is the day of the hunt. Now that I am a mother it is almost as exciting for me as the children. The children are allowed to gorge themselves silly on chocolate in the morning then run it off for the rest of the day. It also marks the first game of Australian rules football for our local league, which means the man of the house leaves at noon and returns whenever he and his mates have enjoyed enough of each others company and beer. This is the beginning of  a wonderful and relaxing winter, where we mutually enjoy our time away from each other each week.

Most of all I love the opportunity to see family and friends, I love the joy on my kids faces (especially Master 2 this year) and I love spending lots of time with my husband who has an extended Easter break every year.

Hoppy Easter to all 🙂