winter...

Ah, it has been a bad week.
Technically, I have been good, I have been resisting all temptation, despite an overwhelming urge to pig out.
But I have by far not been eating often enough, or drinking enough water.
Funny thing though, I used to want to pig out on chocolate and cake and sweets, but now those foods are hardly appealing.
I could die for a rack of ribs and a plate of chips. I could kill world leaders for some creamed spinnach and I would part with my own family for a proper roast...reis, vleis en aartapels!
Us 'Afrikaaners' never have had the healthiest eating patterns, and in some people it shows, but there is nothing better than my grandmother's home cooked meals to put a spring in your step and make you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
I never thought of myself as an emotional eater, in contrast, I can't eat if I'm angry, but lately, I just want to eat something that reminds me I'm at home (if that makes any sense).
The healthy eating thing is great, and I feel healthy, but I also feel detached somehow.
I can't eat often because I'm not all that happy(it's been a bad week) and I'm not happy cos I'm not eating properly.
I have also begun to think that perhaps I am a seasonal eater, as soon as it gets cold, I crave 'snacky' foods or carbs.
I have this uncontrolable urge to dive under a duvet with a bowl of popcorn, hot chocolate and my mommy's famous cheese snackwiches.(trust me, you can only understand if you've tasted them).
But instead, I find excuses to keep walking and graze on apples, frezzing my arse off.
Now here's an idea, why can't someone come up with the perfect winter diet?

Busses and things

With losing weight, I have found a new sense of confidence, and quite a bit of attention, which is why there hasn't been any new posts...
I just seem to be too busy living!
Last week I lost a huge 1.2kg, thats like nearly 3 blocks of margarine..
Better still, and I don't know how this happened, I fit my ass into a size 34!
Granted, there was still muffin top, and it was stretch denim, but none-the less, it fit.
But back to confidence, I even find myself sitting a little straighter and dressing a little more sexy...
Some great poet, I think it was Sylvia Plath, but I can't really remember, said: “Bloody men are like bloody busses!”
She was right, all of a sudden I am getting loads of male attention, which is quite honestly, a little strange for me.
I'm not complaining though, I am having fun being treated like a princess for a change.
The really cool thing though, is that I have more than enough energy to stay up till all hours of the morning, where before I had very little energy for anything remotely exciting.
Now, talking of exciting, I can think of a few energy consuming activities that are indeed very exciting... but ladies aren't supposed to speak of such things.

moving along-not so swiftly

correct eating: 5/5
drinking water: 4/5
excercise : 0/5

I indeed have been a bad girl, I haven't been excercising and I can feel the dead weight starting to form yet more cellulite on my ass! (I know thats not exactly how it works, but you get the picture)
In my defense now- and I swear this is not a "the dog ate my homework" kind of excuse, it's valid, I swear!
A spider bite on my leg- and more so the allergic reaction to it- has rendered me pretty much useless!
My leg, the size of a tree trunk, was unable to move much due to high rates of inflamation and swelling.
Everyone knows you can't excercise on one leg,right?! (Im afraid my friend Cooper would tell me otherwise as he daringly pops a wheeli in his chair with a cheeky grin)
Truth of the matter is, what with a hectic social life, feeling violently ill, and, and...I was lazy ok?
There.I said it.

Either way, Im still going to show that scale who's boss!

To have your cake and eat it...

I am slowly but surely learning what it means to eat in moderation- instead of scoffing of course.
Big family birthday dos are not a good time to find out how fattening malva pudding is, especially after you have made it!
Or apple crumble for that matter- even though logically you know how much butter goes into that crust.
But the key to weight watchers, apparently, is that you can have cake, as long as it's in moderation....
Doesn't mean you aren't going to feel guilty as sin though!
Standing at the cake table, sideplate in hand, contemplating which cake would be healthy, I watched the boys in our family scoff all sorts of lovely treats, and wondered how on earth they get away with it.
It was then that I heard a yell from outside and followed the sound right into the midlle of a hooligans soccer match....
And there in lies the secret.
The boys in our family are all slightly hyper hyperactive.
They are burning off fat faster than it gets a chance to settlr on their body!
And thus, I was inspired to try my hand at running after the ball- even if I never caught it.
I would like to think that I worked off all the cake, but logically, I know there isn't a chance in hell.
Ah well, I can surely dream, can't I?