Category: Diary

Ah, that feels better.

I’ve been unmarried for the past few months and it’s felt odd. One of the side effects of loosing weight is that your fingers tend to shrink and when, a few months ago, I heard my wedding ring land in the washing machine I thought I’d better take it off for safe keeping.

It took me a while but I had it resized a couple of weeks ago and it was delivered by mum today at our family Christmas lunch. It feels good to have it back, looking all shiny and brand new and snug enough now I don’t have an excuse not to do the laundry any more.

The lovely Kathy at Play, Eat, Learn, Live recently asked me to write a guest blog for her on being self employed and working at home with kids. If you’re interested you can fine my musings here – Part 1 and Part 2.

It’s the little things but this afternoon I’m very happy.

For the first time since we moved in four(!) years ago every nature strip in our little street is neat and tidy. It helps the bank is getting The Ferals’ house ready for sale, they’ve been a hold out for a long time, and today our new neighbour had someone come and remove the forest the previous owner had been growing.

I mowed our lawn, or more to the point sick looking brown ground covering, today so we’re all spick and span. I can only hope it won’t be another four years until this not-quite Christmas miracle repeats.

This is what happens when you start to exercise.

These are all clothes (and there’s still more to go through) that no longer fit me. At the start of the year the shirts were tight around the belly, now I look like I’m wearing a moo moo if I try them on. Almost all of them are, at this minute, being dropped off to the salvos with a few of the business type shirts heading to ebay.

Thankfully most of the items that need replacing seem to be winter gear which will give me time to save a little. My clear out was prompted by Rae clearing out her wardrobe (for the same reason). Our walk in robe now has about half the clothing it once did. Everything is slimming down around here.

Bert lost one yesterday and Moo one today. The Tooth Fairy is going to go broke.

We were watching the news tonight and there was a story about the Eureka climb – 88 flights of stairs in Melbourne’s tallest building. I ‘hmmmmmmmmmmmmd’ and Rae asked if I was contemplating it.

“I’d have to get in shape first.” was my response.

She gave me a bemused look, paused and said “Don’t you realise you are in shape?”.

I can honestly say this was the first time that thought had crossed my mind. I actually am in shape. Then all I could do was laugh that such a ridiculous notion was true. Sure I’d have to train for it but I’ve done some hard yards and got to the point where me doing something like this, even as a ‘walker’ not in the competitive stream, isn’t in the realms of science fiction.

Sometimes you really do have to have the bleeding obvious pointed out to you.

I do love my cat. I couldn’t see her in normal sleeping spot in the front yard and she wasn’t sleeping at the back door so I was a little worried.

Then I looked down the side of my desk.

She was keeping me company and I didn’t even know it.

We’re not a Halloween household here but kinder had a theme day today so my two little spooks ventured forth. One wicked witch and one grumpy ghost.

I started my get fit campaign in April, nice autumnal weather when you just grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt in the morning, perhaps added a jumper later in the day. This may explain the problem I encountered this morning on our first 30 degree day for spring/summer.

I have no shorts.

Well actually I have a lot of shorts but none of them fit me any more – I can pull each of them on, button and fly done up and then they all promptly fall down again. If I needed any more confirmation that I’ve lost a fair stack of weight then that was it.

I managed to find one pair I could keep up and an emergency dash to the shops should see me right for summer. This healthy thing is getting expensive.

My mum said that trouble always comes in threes and so it appears this week.

First off was the dishwasher that decided to turn our kitchen in to an indoor swimming pool. I know it’s a first world problem but with dishes for six people every morning and night it’s something we decided to deal with straight away.

Second was the car. A minor service turned in to a minor raid on the bank. I acknowledge that I know nothing about cars but there’s always that underlying feeling you’re being ripped off when the mechanic tells you the long list of things they have found. Note to self, must explain to clients a lot better when I want them to spend money to make their site better.

And this morning confirmation on the worse trouble of all. It looks like my coffee machine has something wrong with it. I know, I know! How will I get through? Sigh. I love my coffee but after the last two hits to the wallet my caffeine habit is going to have to take a back seat until I find another machine on sale.

Hopefully the money gods have had their fill for now.