ooh.. blog laziness!

Oh yeah! been ages hasn't it? well, it has, because, because I failed on baking strike (it snowed, it hit -18, I baked) and didnt get to my goal weight before Christmas, because our pipes froze and it's dark and horrid for photos in Scotland in the winter and because I get discouraged very easily!

 But here I am, back at the wheel, helm, keyboard, whatever.  It's 2011 which is way, way better than 2010.  I have resolutions goals for the year, mostly I see to do with fitness and health, as well as a few financial and random others.  My first ones to work on are get to 10 stone something and start some new exercise. 

 I reported in at lighterlife tonight and weigh (fuck, damn, drat and oh no!) 11.10 stone, how on earth did that happen? actually, dont answer, I know how that happened!  Never mind, I can get it back off again.  Exercise, well, I'm thinking of trying a session with these nice folks tommorow, but my general aversion to being cold, wet and uncomfortable makes me question my sanity!

 I am reinstating my reward chart, stickers (shiny stars and rainbows) for everyday rewards and something else (that I totally have my eye on, I know my reward!) for when I hit that magic number.  And this time I will actually get it, I have a horrible track record of promising rewards then not following through.

 What else, I've baked a lot and photographed nothing, sadly... but this is set to change with list item 41 which is participate in project 365.  I love this idea and have my camera on charge tonight. 

 I crashed my car into a lampost and ate chocolate, hmm, still have food issues to tackle.  Not to mention the reasons for crashing! lol, I just thought "when I get to therapy next I'm going to have so much to say"

Dear A, I crashed my car into a lampost, because I was on a giddy high because I passed as a guy in a supermarket, was pondering this thing of oddness and wondering a little why it gave me a happy when I crashed, my immediate reaction was to eat a wispa bar (and would have eaten two if I'd had them) and get the giggles, followed by the blood sugar crash sobs, followed by the giggles (lather, rinse, repeat).

 Yes... well, we all have issues, right? right!

 And so to bed, there are no pretty pictures on this post, but that should improve considerably in the following days. 

The butch can't bake... (and other wittering)

Yeah, I'm calling a two week (from right now, this minute, 23:39 UK time) baking strike.  I have to, I'm on lighter life and the baking makes it very, very hard to stick it out.  Seriously, can you make cookie dough and not try some raw? can you smell fresh bread without wanting to chow down right there and then (and for the love of monkeys pass me the butter!) on its warm, yeasty loveliness?

 Thought not.  Me neither.

 My strike rules (aliens are all about rules)

1. no cookies, no cookie dough, no damn cookies.
2. no cake, no cake batter.
3. no steamed puddings.
4. no flaming brownies, blondies or bars!
5. no crumbles, crisps, slumps or cobblers, not even in the case of a family crisis.
6. no sweet breads, babkas, croissants, scones or coffee cakes.
7. no pancakes, griddle cakes, johnny cakes or welsh cakes.
8. no fun (kidding, kidding, I can still have fun)
9. no pies, no tarts, no crust.
10. nice, normal bread is permitted, but only for other peoples consumption.  I shall be at the other end of the house till the nice smell vamooses.

 This should help me focus a little in any case... and looking on the bright side if I don't lose weight I'll at least save money on unsalted butter and eggs.  Apart from the weight thing the moratorium on baking sweet stuff should allow me to check back in with the bready part of my list which is languishing under a pile of cookie/cake/brownie recipes almost as heavy as me.  Today I made a very lovely bread with red wine and walnuts, but, alas, it doesn't count towards the B2/M2 project as it's from a library book.  I have no pictures either, for shame.

 For entertainments sake lets have a ticker... yes, a nice, ticky, ticker (yep, ocd still here) which represents my goal using pie and cookies.  I also have a wicked sense of irony.

So dear reader (or voice in my head, whatever) there you go, no cake, just bread. But bread is good, bread is better than good, it's bloody great stuff.  I meant to post pics of the challah I made but it was devoured before I got the camera out, see, everyone loves bread (apart from those Atkins folks, but we don't care about them).



Tales from weight loss camp... #1

God, grant us the...

Serenity to accept things we cannot change,

Courage to change the things we can, and the

Wisdom to know the difference

Patience for the things that take time

Appreciation for all that we have, and

Tolerance for those with different struggles

Freedom to live beyond the limitations of our past ways, the

Ability to feel your love for us and our love for each other and the

Strength to get up and try again even when we feel it is hopeless.

 

 

I'm not religious, not very anyway (but that's a whole 'nother bowl of kittens).  But, if you ever see me chopping chocolate chips for cookies or stirring frangipane and my lips are moving (but not coated in chocolate, in which case I've failed in my resolve!), that's what I'm reciting.  Despite my limited retention I have managed to memorise this prayer/extra long mantra and find it incredibly useful. Of course more conventional diet aids (cattle prods and the like) help too. 

 

  lol, edited at 22:37... I've made it through today, no deviation from the Lighterlife Way of Life. I feel good, I feel hungry.  Only three weeks to go on the full meal pack thing though, which is very exciting and a bit terrifying really.  I'm 11stone 13lbs as of my last weigh in, which is less that I've weighed in, forever!? can I lose 13lbs in three weeks? no idea, maybe? it's possible? maybe if I slice off some nonessential stuff (what the heck does the spleen do anyway?) and breathe helium.

 Never mind, one day at a time.  Today good.