I’m already feeling better today. I said to @Tertia on Twitter last night “I wish I could rewind to this time last year where I just didn’t care”. Wouldn’t that be nice? Just “not caring”. I know that parents would tell me to enjoy my alone time with Rudi, my sleep, my free time and
Another stand still week for me on the scale and I can honestly say I am relieved. I ate so many wrong things last week. I did, however, walk on Saturday and yesterday and drank my water on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Monday. I know. I must do better and I must do so immediately.
Today I am wearing jeans that did not properly fit me before. They were too tight to sit down in, but today they are fairly comfortable. I would still like them to be a little less snug though. It’s such a nice feeling being able to wear them again without worrying about being uncomfortable all
So…I picked up 200g this week. Disappointed much? Things I may have done wrong last week: Staying hungry for a couple of hours on Saturday (Rudi’s fault – he didn’t want to leave the pub)Eating after 23:00 on Saturday (Rudi’s fault again! Would rather sit around drinking and talking nonsense rather than braaing)Not eating what
So Rudi and I actually went for a walk last night. After having a lovely (healthy) meal we set off for the walk. We walked around our complex to a nearby dam, around the dam and back home again. Walking to the dam and around it was pretty easy and I set a fast pace,
I am super proud of myself. I haven’t felt proud of myself for a VERY long time. It feels so good to feel like this. Despite life throwing me a curve ball I started my eating plan yesterday and stuck to it. I could have easily used the fight Rudi and I had as an
This is a picture of the fish Rudi caught on Sunday: He goes fishing quite a bit, but they normally throw back what they catch. This time for some reason they decided they wanted to try and eat it. I finished work and caught up with them around 2 hours after they had caught this
I’m hiding out in word again today. Nobody said anything or took a second glance yesterday, so I guess it works. Firstly I’d like to say thank you for Glugster for fixing my banner. It fits perfectly now and is finally not working on my nerves! Thank you! The more I think about this healthy
I had a rough day yesterday. I spent a lot of time crying at my desk. At some point I went to the bathroom to try and cry it out, but ended up crying again when I got back to my desk anyway. I think what made me break down was reading the poem below:
Just like people who have suffered from terminal illness realize their mortality, I have realized the fragility of the things I take for granted. I take my relationship for granted. I know I shouldn’t, I really do. One minute my husband thinks I’m the sexiest girl alive, carrying his baby. Something he has always wanted.