Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Deja Vu

Remember that time this time last year that my eating was completely out of control and I fell of the train and sprained my ankle quite severely?

Well, 12 months later almost to the day my eating is once again out of control and at netball I sprained the opposite ankle.

I'm taking this as a sign.

Last year despite being injured I decided enough was enough. I signed up to weight watchers and took some ownership of my life, shedding 20kg.

Since before the wedding things in my life have started going awry, and it's really messed me up.
- Husband's nana got really sick a few weeks before our wedding
- We moved house the weekend before our wedding
- The day we started moving house I got a phone call to say my nana passed away
- Nana's funeral was 2 days before our wedding
- Our car died (and won't be coming back) 2 days before our wedding
- Our beautiful Bengal got sick last week and we have spent $650 getting her back to good health
- My father in law is in hospital at the moment

It just feels like there has been this crazy chain of events that just keep hitting us. I keep waiting for life to return to a simpler time just like last year where all I had to stress about was work, exercise and healthy eating. 

I don't want to make excuses, but I started stress eating before the wedding and it became a habit. I feel like I'm back to square one with the only difference being I'm not obese. I'm now overweight, my weight has crept up to 76.4kg... Scary stuff.

On a brighter note, I picked our baby up from the vet hospital tonight and she is in good spirits. The reunion between her and her little brother was so cute to see. So many kitty kisses!
So... what's the plan from here? Because I always have to have a plan!
Tomorrow I'm going to bite the bullet and re-join Weight Watchers. I will commit to 2 months of their plan and then assess how I am going and whether I feel strong enough to switch to calorie counting alone. Their plan always motivates me when I am starting out, because realistically that is the hardest time in the journey.

Exercise - I need to get my ankle healed which may mean putting exercise on hold. I will need to be very careful with the food intake until I'm back into it. I really hope it's a minor sprain although playing a full game of netball after I had done it probably wasn't the best plan.

Wish me luck, tomorrow may be a humbling experience :( I feel like such a phony to come on here after all my success and confess that I have reverted back to binge eating copious amounts of chocolate every day but honesty is the best policy I guess...

Thursday, March 14, 2013


I don't even know where to start, except to say last Saturday was the absolute best day of my life. I thought it would be a great day, a good celebration, but I was in no way prepared for the joy and love that day had in store.

The aisle I had to walk up was very long, the first half was a covered over arch way all green and pretty, the second half was a trek over a green lawn strewn with 5,000 rose petals the boys had lovingly pulled off rose heads that morning (read: they sat watching the cricket in their hotel, drinking beer and pulling apart roses).

When the old Studebaker I was travelling in pulled up and I caught a distant peek at him, my heart stopped beating. It was like that nervous feeling I got when I saw him on our first date, but with eight and a half years of intensity behind it. I've never felt so happy yet terrified in my life.

My mum walked me through the archway and we chatted, I saw him give his best man a "bro-fist" which made me laugh. I could hear Sting's Fields of Gold but I barely registered the words. My mum handed me over to my brothers who escorted me to my groom, who looked so handsome I wanted to kiss him! They shook his hand, found their seats and then the ceremony flew by. We had written our vows in secret and heard them for the first time, he got a bit choked up when he said his vows, and when I heard them I got a bit teary too. His vows were incredible, for a normally quiet guy, he had really put in 110% to make them perfect. 

I looked over at one point and saw the best man fighting tears and glared at him, I knew if he started crying it would be all over!!

We signed the register to U2 All I want is You and shared what I thought was a perfect wedding kiss. We walked out to Queen You're my Best Friend and my little cousins ran behind us throwing left over rose petals on (at) us.