Finally getting back in to a normal routine -- after a couple of trips to Sydney and an expo in Melbourne, we then had family up visiting from Melbourne, and it's been very cold as well. So add all that up and I haven't been getting my walks in every day, and calories have been up for the last couple of weeks as well. So what does that mean? Well I'm checking in today at 97.8 kilos (215.61 pounds). Just 4 weeks ago I was at 96.8 kilos (213.41 pounds) so that's a slow but steady increase of 1 kilo (2.2 pounds) in the last 4 weeks. I'm not happy about that at all. I'm downright frustrated. But as I said, this week we'll be getting back into my normal routine again and hopefully won't see any further disruptions for a while.
I've been really down in the dumps for the last few days as well. Work has been crazy busy for some time now, and while the new job is interesting and exciting, it's also very challenging and stressful as well. I come home exhausted many nights, and I don't see a break coming any time soon. And I get really frustrated working so hard when I come home and it appears he hasn't done a bloody thing all day. I have to do my job every day whether I want to or not. His job is to get all the housework done and he does it when and if he feels like it. He's a pensioner and is also in a couple of bands, so he does contribute financially, but he doesn't have a 'real job' per se so he can lounge around the house and play the Wii all day if he wants. Meanwhile I haven't had any time off of work for a year now and I'd like to start planning a vacation. Since we're saving for a new home purchase, he doesn't want to spend any money. But I need a break, I really do -- so what do we do?
We've looked at a few houses that I really liked but he's always found something wrong with them. I keep saying we'll never find the perfect house, every home will have some flaw. We were this close to buying one not too long ago and then he started worrying about the power lines being so close, so we backed out of that one. I feel like the thought that we MIGHT buy a new house sometime in the foreseeable future is kind of holding me hostage in that I can't make any plans what-so-ever in the mean time. We could find the home of our dreams next month, or maybe not for six months or more. I can't plan a vacation in September because what if we find the house we want before then? We'd need the money for that instead. But I have to give work substantial notice if I want to take any real time off -- so we have to make plans if we're going to do anything.
My parents are gone now, but I told people back home that I was going to try to come home for a visit this year - namely my uncle and my nephew, whom I haven't seen since his visit here in 2006 when he was just 16. I've also got some nieces I would dearly love to see again, and there are others as well, like my brothers and a couple of good friends that I miss. But hubby cringes when I even bring it up as the dollar signs flash before him. But I remind him that he's surrounded by his family and sees them all the time. If he couldn't see any of them for 3 years, he'd want to make the trip no matter what the cost. And we can afford it -- seriously, we have heaps of money set aside, but his point is that it's set aside for a house purchase.
OK I get that -- but my point is we were ready to buy a house a couple of months ago when we didn't have nearly as much saved as we do now, so clearly if we spent $3,000 on a vacation we could still buy a house. I've been working my butt off and need a vacation soon or I'll go mad. And did I mention I haven't seen these people in 3 years? Rather than understanding, what I got from him instead was the comment that they don't give a shit about me anyway. Last time we went home, my brothers and friends hung out with me for a few days and then went on about their normal routine, they didn't take time off to spend with me even though I'd just flown half way around the world. Yeah, thanks for reminding me that no one from home cares about me anymore. I know, they don't call or write very often at all, it's always me trying to stay in contact with them, and it is upsetting, so thanks for reminding me and rubbing that in, I appreciate it.
My uncle and nephew are a different story, they do keep in touch regularly, and my uncle had a health scare last year. Being as he is the last surviving relative on mom's side, I was very worried. I told him I'd try to come home this year and he said he'd "try to hang on that long" -- I know he was trying to be funny, but seriously, you just don't know what could happen, he's in his 70s. I'd feel really shitty if something happened and we didn't come home. So then hubby says what if I went without him. WTF? You just said that no one cared enough to take time out of their schedules to spend with me, and now you want me to go alone? That really upset me. He's so close with his family I can't imagine him not seeing them for more than a few weeks, much less years -- and I always go along to every family gathering with him - and they're frequent.
So I'm still down in the dumps, stressed out and busy as hell, and I can't even plan a vacation so that I have something to look forward to. And on top of that, my weight loss has stalled. Lord, give me strength, cuz I'm gonna need it. Thanks for listening to me vent.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Why do I feel diminished by the loss of material things?
I'm re-reading "A New Earth" by Eckhart Tolle, and have just gotten to the story of The Lost Ring (p.38). He'd been visiting a woman twice a week whose body was riddled with cancer. She was in her mid-forties and had been told she had no more than a few months to live. One day she was in a state of great distress and anger because a diamond ring of great monetary and sentimental value had disappeared, and she was sure it had been stolen. She asked him whether she should confront the person she felt had taken it, or whether it would be better to call the police. He said he couldn't tell her what to do but asked her to find out how important a ring, or anything else, was at this point in her life. "You don't understand," she said, "This was my grandmother's ring. I used to wear it every day until I got ill and my hands became too swollen. It's more than just a ring, how can I not be upset?" The anger and defensiveness were signs that the ego was still speaking through her.
He then asked her a few questions but told her to think about them a while before answering. "Do you realize that you will have to let go of the ring at some point, perhaps quite soon? How much more time do you need before you will be ready to let go of it? Will you become less when you let go of it? Has who you are become diminished by the loss?" When she thought about these questions, she tried to 'feel' rather than think the answer and was able to connect with her own I Am-ness, with the joy of Being. He told her that whatever the ego seeks and gets attached to are substitutes for the Being that it cannot feel. You can value and care for things, but whenever you get attached to them, you will know it's the ego. So this all made great sense to me, and I kept reading.
Later, I went in search of a box that I hadn't been able to find in some time. It contains all the journals I've kept since I was 18 years old. My nephew wrote me recently and shared some poetry he's been writing. I also wrote poetry at his age, and some of it was kept in the box with my journals. But I remember last time I went looking for that box, I was unable to find it. I brought it with me when I moved to Australia, and I've looked through the journals a few times since I moved here, so I know I had them. But I don't know where the box is now. So hubby and I tore through the house - we straightened out every room and tidied up and threw out things that were just cluttering and taking up space - you gotta do that every now and again. And I remember we did that once some time ago and I thought at that time I had moved the box and stored it inside our suitcases just to keep it from the damp of the back room. So we went under the bed and pulled out the suitcases and looked through everything there. No box.
I started to really panic -- how could those be missing? Those are something I thought I would always have, to look through in my old age and remember days gone by. My nephew once asked that they be passed on to him one day as he'd like to read them as well. I figure once I'm gone it won't matter, so I said sure. He reminds me of that from time to time, so I really want to find them. And right now I really want to be able to share some of my poetry with him. I am devastated that I couldn't find them after we searched every possible place. My husband felt maybe we'd inadvertently thrown them out the last time we did a major clean-out like this -- but I can't believe it. They meant too much to me to be so careless as to throw them in the junk pile by mistake.
After a while I started thinking about the things I've been reading in A New Earth lately -- how the ego identifies with form (including thoughts) - and when you feel so attached to things, it's because your ego has identified itself with those things -- you feel they are somehow part of you. But your thoughts are not you -- the part of you that is aware of those thoughts is you -- that awareness or sense of being is who you really are. The thoughts are just the voice in your head or your ego. So why am I so attached to these journals? Why do I feel so sickened that I cannot find them? They are merely a collection of writings -- of thoughts put on paper. Thoughts I had many years ago, in fact. Why do I feel diminished or devastated by the loss of them?
Part of it is because I wanted to share some of them with him -- had he not sent me his poetry then I probably wouldn't even have looked for the journals again. And maybe part of it is worrying that if they have fallen into someone else's hands, they've got access to my private thoughts. I know - I blog here and put my thoughts out there for the whole world to see - but that's different than writing things on paper that you don't think anyone else will ever see.
I go back to the book and read it and I even understand and accept that what he's saying is true. The journals are just things, yet still I feel this terrible sense of dread because I cannot find them. I know that it is only my ego, and it's feeling the loss so strongly because it sees them as a part of me -- my deepest, darkest thoughts over the years since I was 18 years old. And I'm even quite sure that I would never have inadvertently thrown them out, so maybe once we find a house and pack everything up to move, they will turn up -- but since I've torn the house apart, I seriously cannot think of anywhere else they could be that we haven't searched. Why is it so hard to just accept that i may not have them anymore? They are just things - just paper with writing on them, journals of thoughts I no longer even have, written by someone I no longer even am. And yet, I'm saddened by the loss of them.
He then asked her a few questions but told her to think about them a while before answering. "Do you realize that you will have to let go of the ring at some point, perhaps quite soon? How much more time do you need before you will be ready to let go of it? Will you become less when you let go of it? Has who you are become diminished by the loss?" When she thought about these questions, she tried to 'feel' rather than think the answer and was able to connect with her own I Am-ness, with the joy of Being. He told her that whatever the ego seeks and gets attached to are substitutes for the Being that it cannot feel. You can value and care for things, but whenever you get attached to them, you will know it's the ego. So this all made great sense to me, and I kept reading.
Later, I went in search of a box that I hadn't been able to find in some time. It contains all the journals I've kept since I was 18 years old. My nephew wrote me recently and shared some poetry he's been writing. I also wrote poetry at his age, and some of it was kept in the box with my journals. But I remember last time I went looking for that box, I was unable to find it. I brought it with me when I moved to Australia, and I've looked through the journals a few times since I moved here, so I know I had them. But I don't know where the box is now. So hubby and I tore through the house - we straightened out every room and tidied up and threw out things that were just cluttering and taking up space - you gotta do that every now and again. And I remember we did that once some time ago and I thought at that time I had moved the box and stored it inside our suitcases just to keep it from the damp of the back room. So we went under the bed and pulled out the suitcases and looked through everything there. No box.
I started to really panic -- how could those be missing? Those are something I thought I would always have, to look through in my old age and remember days gone by. My nephew once asked that they be passed on to him one day as he'd like to read them as well. I figure once I'm gone it won't matter, so I said sure. He reminds me of that from time to time, so I really want to find them. And right now I really want to be able to share some of my poetry with him. I am devastated that I couldn't find them after we searched every possible place. My husband felt maybe we'd inadvertently thrown them out the last time we did a major clean-out like this -- but I can't believe it. They meant too much to me to be so careless as to throw them in the junk pile by mistake.
After a while I started thinking about the things I've been reading in A New Earth lately -- how the ego identifies with form (including thoughts) - and when you feel so attached to things, it's because your ego has identified itself with those things -- you feel they are somehow part of you. But your thoughts are not you -- the part of you that is aware of those thoughts is you -- that awareness or sense of being is who you really are. The thoughts are just the voice in your head or your ego. So why am I so attached to these journals? Why do I feel so sickened that I cannot find them? They are merely a collection of writings -- of thoughts put on paper. Thoughts I had many years ago, in fact. Why do I feel diminished or devastated by the loss of them?
Part of it is because I wanted to share some of them with him -- had he not sent me his poetry then I probably wouldn't even have looked for the journals again. And maybe part of it is worrying that if they have fallen into someone else's hands, they've got access to my private thoughts. I know - I blog here and put my thoughts out there for the whole world to see - but that's different than writing things on paper that you don't think anyone else will ever see.
I go back to the book and read it and I even understand and accept that what he's saying is true. The journals are just things, yet still I feel this terrible sense of dread because I cannot find them. I know that it is only my ego, and it's feeling the loss so strongly because it sees them as a part of me -- my deepest, darkest thoughts over the years since I was 18 years old. And I'm even quite sure that I would never have inadvertently thrown them out, so maybe once we find a house and pack everything up to move, they will turn up -- but since I've torn the house apart, I seriously cannot think of anywhere else they could be that we haven't searched. Why is it so hard to just accept that i may not have them anymore? They are just things - just paper with writing on them, journals of thoughts I no longer even have, written by someone I no longer even am. And yet, I'm saddened by the loss of them.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
I'm back from Melbourne!
I'm back from Melbourne! I got back late Thursday night actually -- and was told to work from home Friday, so it's kind of like a long weekend. Finding vegan foods was SO MUCH harder than I thought it would be! I mean, we stayed at a major, posh hotel and it was very expensive - you would think they could easily toss something together. The food was included in the expo price, so I approached them before the morning tea as instructed and told them I needed vegan options. They assured me there would be fruit at the morning tea, and vegan options for lunch. They brought me the menu for lunch and asked if that would work or if I would require something else. The menu had steamed rice on it, among other things, so I said if you just bring me some vegetables to put over the rice, that would be fine. Well morning tea came and no fruit. Lunch came, and no vegetables. OK fine -- I picked from what was there. I had some of the rice, and on top of it I put chunks of cold pumpkin that were part of a lovely salad. The salad also had olives, capers and big chunks of feta cheese, so I just picked out the pumpkin. It had a lovely flavor, I wish I knew what they put on it. Anyway, a bread roll with that and I was fine. After nearly everyone had finished eating, they brought out a plate with some eggplant, tomatoes and other veggies flooded with oil. I said thanks, but I've already eaten. I managed with what was there - I had no idea you were going to bring me something special this late after everyone's eaten. So that was Wednesday. They asked if I would be there Thursday as well, and I said yes.
The next morning (Thursday) at the hotel we went down for breakfast and there was no oatmeal to be found. They did have dry cereal but no soy milk. All the other options were meat, eggs, cheese, and pastries. So I went over to McDonalds -- not low fat by any means, but at least I could have English muffins with hash browns and orange juice.
There was once again no fruit for morning tea, but that's no biggie. Lunch came, and once again, no veggie options -- even the rice today had bits of meat in it, and from the color I think there was a chicken broth in it as well. So this time I picked pasta out of the pasta salad (which again had feta in it) and some more bread. Once again, when everyone was finished, they brought out a plate and started walking over toward me. It was pasta with vegetables and sauce, but they had put cheese over it. The lady who'd talked to me about the menu stopped the waitstaff before she got to me and said "there's cheese on that - I said vegan!" So they took it back and a few minutes later brought me a small plate with a few steamed bits of broccoli and squash. That's it. I couldn't believe it -- you couldn't still do pasta and sauce but without the cheese? This was amazing to me - why didn't they bring me the veggies yesterday with the rice? LOL So all in all, it was difficult eating during the expo.
In the evenings, the boss took us out to dinner -- an Italian restaurant Tuesday night, and a Mexican restaurant Wednesday night. It was easy enough to find good options at both of those restaurants. I was pleasantly surprised to find vegetarian options right on the menu at the Mexican place - I chose a veggie chimichanga which was stuffed with potatoes and spinach, with rice on the side. (I did have to ask them to leave off the cheese that it normally came with.)
So while I managed to find things to eat, they were far from low-fat. I did, however, get my walks in!
It was so cool actually -- leaving from the hotel and all the massive skyscrapers I followed the curve in the road and found myself in an area with some older, truly lovely buildings on one side, and Fawkner park on the other. It was just gorgeous! I was out the door at about 5:50, so it was dark -- otherwise I would have walked trough the park. But still, the view was just gorgeous. I loved all the shops (this was in South Yarra) and I walked for about 40 minutes just really enjoying myself. But by then I figured I'd best get back and get in the shower if I was going to be at the expo on time.
So -- the end result after all this, I was up again this week. I'm at 97.8 kilos (215.61 pounds) but as TOM is upon me any minute, I'm not overly concerned. I'm back to my routine, eating healthy again, so I'm sure we'll turn this around ASAP.
The next morning (Thursday) at the hotel we went down for breakfast and there was no oatmeal to be found. They did have dry cereal but no soy milk. All the other options were meat, eggs, cheese, and pastries. So I went over to McDonalds -- not low fat by any means, but at least I could have English muffins with hash browns and orange juice.
There was once again no fruit for morning tea, but that's no biggie. Lunch came, and once again, no veggie options -- even the rice today had bits of meat in it, and from the color I think there was a chicken broth in it as well. So this time I picked pasta out of the pasta salad (which again had feta in it) and some more bread. Once again, when everyone was finished, they brought out a plate and started walking over toward me. It was pasta with vegetables and sauce, but they had put cheese over it. The lady who'd talked to me about the menu stopped the waitstaff before she got to me and said "there's cheese on that - I said vegan!" So they took it back and a few minutes later brought me a small plate with a few steamed bits of broccoli and squash. That's it. I couldn't believe it -- you couldn't still do pasta and sauce but without the cheese? This was amazing to me - why didn't they bring me the veggies yesterday with the rice? LOL So all in all, it was difficult eating during the expo.
In the evenings, the boss took us out to dinner -- an Italian restaurant Tuesday night, and a Mexican restaurant Wednesday night. It was easy enough to find good options at both of those restaurants. I was pleasantly surprised to find vegetarian options right on the menu at the Mexican place - I chose a veggie chimichanga which was stuffed with potatoes and spinach, with rice on the side. (I did have to ask them to leave off the cheese that it normally came with.)
So while I managed to find things to eat, they were far from low-fat. I did, however, get my walks in!
It was so cool actually -- leaving from the hotel and all the massive skyscrapers I followed the curve in the road and found myself in an area with some older, truly lovely buildings on one side, and Fawkner park on the other. It was just gorgeous! I was out the door at about 5:50, so it was dark -- otherwise I would have walked trough the park. But still, the view was just gorgeous. I loved all the shops (this was in South Yarra) and I walked for about 40 minutes just really enjoying myself. But by then I figured I'd best get back and get in the shower if I was going to be at the expo on time.
So -- the end result after all this, I was up again this week. I'm at 97.8 kilos (215.61 pounds) but as TOM is upon me any minute, I'm not overly concerned. I'm back to my routine, eating healthy again, so I'm sure we'll turn this around ASAP.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Well, I'm off!
To Melbourne, that is! In about an hour the shuttle bus picks me up to go to Sydney airport. I should arrive in Melbourne about 6:15 pm and from there I get a cab to the hotel.
So I'll have to try to remember my foods for the next couple of days if I don't have a chance to log them - it'll be interesting to see how I do without the comfort of my normal meal choices readily available. And it was pouring down rain this morning so I didn't get my walk in. Ah well ... see you Friday, if I don't get a chance to post Thursday evening - I may not be back until very late.
So I'll have to try to remember my foods for the next couple of days if I don't have a chance to log them - it'll be interesting to see how I do without the comfort of my normal meal choices readily available. And it was pouring down rain this morning so I didn't get my walk in. Ah well ... see you Friday, if I don't get a chance to post Thursday evening - I may not be back until very late.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
What's to blame? Does it matter?
So this week I saw a gain of .4 kilo (.88 pound) and right away I started questioning myself. Is it those muffins I made for him earlier in the week that I couldn't seem to leave alone myself? Is it the fact that I exceeded my normal calorie intake probably 3 times this week? I don't really count calories to 'restrict' them per se, I'm kind of at the point where I just eat what I like through the day and then at the end of the day I total it all up in FitDay and it just happens to fall between 1600 and 1800 most days. That's a good thing! I don't want to feel like I have to count calories. But three days this week (because of the muffins or the trip to Sydney or whatever) it was over 2000 - once even over 2500. Add to that that I missed a couple of days walk, and I guess I can see why I wouldn't lose - but did that cause the gain?
I don't beat myself up about these things, I'm doing very well and happy with my overall progress. I've gained more weight in my life from being 'on a diet' than anything else, so I don't ever want to be 'on a diet' again. If I can eat as I like and most days find myself within the calorie range I need to lose, that's great. I have developed the habit of walking for about an hour most days (today I went over an hour and a half, but that's usually only on Saturdays). I've developed healthy eating and exercise habits that have just become who I am now, not what I'm doing to try to lose weight. So I'll get there at my own pace, and I'm fine with that.
Then I looked at the calendar. Ah! Three weeks since TOM last visited. Well there ya go -- it could be that as well. In the end it doesn't matter why I'm up this week - most weeks I'm down, and the overall progress is steadily down, so I'll just keep doing what I'm doing.
Now, wish me better luck finding healthy vegan options in Melbourne in the coming week! It won't just be one meal, I'll be heading down there Tuesday afternoon, and not coming back until Thursday evening. So I'll have to manage for several meals - and not on my own where I can decide where to eat, but I'll be with a group from work. The event we're going to provides morning tea and lunch - but it's a fancy hotel, so I'm sure if I can't find anything in their offerings, it wouldn't be hard to rustle up something else. In the evenings, the work crew generally goes out to eat and then out to enjoy the nightlife -- we'll see how it goes. It's my first time going on a business trip with them, so I want to enjoy myself, but I also don't want to break with my healthy habits any more than I have to.
I don't beat myself up about these things, I'm doing very well and happy with my overall progress. I've gained more weight in my life from being 'on a diet' than anything else, so I don't ever want to be 'on a diet' again. If I can eat as I like and most days find myself within the calorie range I need to lose, that's great. I have developed the habit of walking for about an hour most days (today I went over an hour and a half, but that's usually only on Saturdays). I've developed healthy eating and exercise habits that have just become who I am now, not what I'm doing to try to lose weight. So I'll get there at my own pace, and I'm fine with that.
Then I looked at the calendar. Ah! Three weeks since TOM last visited. Well there ya go -- it could be that as well. In the end it doesn't matter why I'm up this week - most weeks I'm down, and the overall progress is steadily down, so I'll just keep doing what I'm doing.
Now, wish me better luck finding healthy vegan options in Melbourne in the coming week! It won't just be one meal, I'll be heading down there Tuesday afternoon, and not coming back until Thursday evening. So I'll have to manage for several meals - and not on my own where I can decide where to eat, but I'll be with a group from work. The event we're going to provides morning tea and lunch - but it's a fancy hotel, so I'm sure if I can't find anything in their offerings, it wouldn't be hard to rustle up something else. In the evenings, the work crew generally goes out to eat and then out to enjoy the nightlife -- we'll see how it goes. It's my first time going on a business trip with them, so I want to enjoy myself, but I also don't want to break with my healthy habits any more than I have to.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I went to the Apple Store in Sydney - it's awesome!
Yeah, my business trip to Sydney was today, and after the presentation portion the boss had to meet with some higher-ups and that gave me a chance to wander around aimlessly in Sydney for a while. Well it didn't take me long to stumble upon the amazing Apple Store in Sydney -- it's huge!
We do have a smaller version closer to home, but this one was incredible, and really made me want to trade up. Leopard is so cool! My Mac Mini is cool too, but since I previewed Leopard some time ago, I've longed to run that operating system, and sadly my Mac Mini won't run it. So now I've got to come up with some reason why I need to upgrade! LOL I called hubby when I got there and told him where I was and that I had my credit card in hand. He said slowly and calmly, 'step away from the Apple Store. Turn around, put your left foot out, then your right -- keep doing that until you have exited the store." Very funny. I was tempted, I must say. In any case I had fun playing.
The presentation went well too. And we stopped afterwards at a lovely cafe that was only too happy to modify one of their 'vegetarian' sandwiches to leave off the cheese for me -- but it definitely was not low fat! Delicious! But not low fat. Ah well. Anyway, today went well, so now I feel a bit more confident about the trip to Melbourne next week now. Hmm ... wonder if they have an Apple Store? LOL
We do have a smaller version closer to home, but this one was incredible, and really made me want to trade up. Leopard is so cool! My Mac Mini is cool too, but since I previewed Leopard some time ago, I've longed to run that operating system, and sadly my Mac Mini won't run it. So now I've got to come up with some reason why I need to upgrade! LOL I called hubby when I got there and told him where I was and that I had my credit card in hand. He said slowly and calmly, 'step away from the Apple Store. Turn around, put your left foot out, then your right -- keep doing that until you have exited the store." Very funny. I was tempted, I must say. In any case I had fun playing.
The presentation went well too. And we stopped afterwards at a lovely cafe that was only too happy to modify one of their 'vegetarian' sandwiches to leave off the cheese for me -- but it definitely was not low fat! Delicious! But not low fat. Ah well. Anyway, today went well, so now I feel a bit more confident about the trip to Melbourne next week now. Hmm ... wonder if they have an Apple Store? LOL
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Weekly update - and staying on track when I travel!
Today is weekly weigh-day, and I'm at 96.8 kilos (213.41 pounds) -- a drop of 0.6 kilos (1.32 pounds) since last week. I sure do miss those 3 pound weeks, but I'll take what I can get.
That brings my total to 17.8 kilos (39.24 pounds) since the start of the year.
Over the next couple of weeks I've got a couple of business trips -- one day in Sydney next week, and 2 days in Melbourne the following week. My boss is worried I won't find things I can eat -- I think Sydney and Melbourne, being big cities, should have more options if anything -- but not necessarily low-fat and healthy options. So wish me luck. What might be harder is they like to go out on the town together in the evenings and are threatening to spike my drink so I party with them. (I don't drink.) I don't want to sit in the hotel room alone while they party, but I really don't enjoy the party scene either. Maybe I'll bring a good book and just read or phone my hubby in the evenings. Or call my sister-in-law, she lives in Melbourne. Maybe we can make some other plans. Ah well ...
That brings my total to 17.8 kilos (39.24 pounds) since the start of the year.
Over the next couple of weeks I've got a couple of business trips -- one day in Sydney next week, and 2 days in Melbourne the following week. My boss is worried I won't find things I can eat -- I think Sydney and Melbourne, being big cities, should have more options if anything -- but not necessarily low-fat and healthy options. So wish me luck. What might be harder is they like to go out on the town together in the evenings and are threatening to spike my drink so I party with them. (I don't drink.) I don't want to sit in the hotel room alone while they party, but I really don't enjoy the party scene either. Maybe I'll bring a good book and just read or phone my hubby in the evenings. Or call my sister-in-law, she lives in Melbourne. Maybe we can make some other plans. Ah well ...
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