Well, sorry about my last post. Sometimes it's like a brain sucking tornado comes down & into my head & grabs all my thoughts & shoots them up into the air & spins them all around like crazy until they are all just jumbled up.
Thankfully the storm is over & the rainbow has come out & the birds are tweeting again (and all that shit).
My thoughts have floated back down & settled into their normal little places.
One of the things that sent me over the edge is that I have started a new eating programme.
(yes ANOTHER one)
I QUIT SUGAR.
Look, you nay-sayers & tskers, I will continue to try every cotton pickin wonky eating plan in the world until I find what makes me feel good, healthy, energetic and not bloaty, lumpy, cranky and stinky.
I have been feeling SO much like shit that I went to the doctor to get blood tests.
Yes I deliberately ASKED to have a needle driven into my arm! (I'm still waiting for the results)
|CHUCK held my hand|
This programme is an eight week long eating plan which basically is all about QUITTING SUGAR (duh).
One of the elements of this is what they call The Sunday Cook Up.
Any of you who know me, know that I am a social butterfly. I like meeting up with my peeps, talkin' about vintage frocks & bowel movements and bagging out the horror that is today's fashion. However, I also like hangin with my hubby and chillaxin near his big gorilla self.
Add to this, trying to fit in visits with the family who probably think I am either avoiding them or have been kidnapped & sold into slavery.
There is a lot of prep in The Sunday Cook up. I think TOO MUCH. My brain literally imploded with the (self imposed) stress of having to get it all done.
So, I've decided (now that my brain has returned to its normal mooshy chilled out self) that The Sunday Cook up can go jam it up its bum.
I mean, I work full time. My weekends should be spent doing good things that I ENJOY.
Like napping, trying to avoid trapdoor spiders when geocaching, swearing at my sewing machine, spending quality time with my husband sitting on the bed with our laps tops watching video compilations of cats attacking children and catching up with family who can remind us that they hardly EVER see us anymore.
I don't want to spend my whole day pureeing up 500 kilos of pumpkin, boiling up 20 chicken breasts & searching all over town for fucking fennel bulbs.
In saying this, so far (I'm up to day three) the eating plan is pretty good. Hubby & I raised our eyebrows at the dubious looking sausage, kale, beetroot & walnut hash BUT it was actually very tasty.My oats, chai, coconut "bircher" muesli does taste a wee bit like coconut Clag glue with some berries mixed in but definitely edible.I am feeling much less bloaty and I have stopped looking at buying Millers elastic waist pants for work. My mid arvo hunger pains have also disappeared!
My wee is VERY stinky & dark though. I am trying to convince myself that it is all the fat in my body is being peed out of me.
Thankfully, this weekend I have bugger all on so I can give my brain a mini vacation. Phew.
Inhale... and OUThale