Thursday, January 31, 2008

MMmmmmm Lunch.

I felt like doing something a little more fancy than the pasta, minestrone or sandwiches we've been having for lunch lately. And as you no doubt guessed from my post yesterday, I felt like Japanese food.

I made a kind of fusion meal, Japanese-Korean-Chinese.

Seaweed Salad Sushi.
Napa Cabbage Kimchi Sushi. (If I'd used Korean seaweed instead of Japanese, it'd be called kimbap instead of sushi.)
Miso Udon soup with baby spinach, tofu puffs and shiitake mushrooms. (Mine also contained shiitake'n'spinach wontons.)
Alaskaboy had chicken gyoza on the side instead of veg wontons in his soup.

The wontons, gyozas, kimchee, seaweed salad, miso paste etc were all store bought, only because I can't be bothered making my own. Why should I when these taste great, are healthy and so convenient? I like wholesome food as much as the next person, but there's a limit to even how much I'm prepared to do. LOL

I did commit picture though.

Woohoo! I feel like I'm getting in the swing of things again. Exercising, cooking, blogging, posting pics. It feels good to be back.



This 100 miles in 100 days just got a little more challenging.

In February we're off to visit rellies in Pennsylvania for two weeks. Which means Celsius Highs in the single digits and Lows in the negatives!

As my mum would say, "That's a bit fresh." Or in my words, "Fwiggen fweezin'!"


Wednesday, January 30, 2008

I would walk 100 miles. . .to gets the ice cream!

I'm finding it a little difficult to get back into the swing of things. Funnily enough, the exercise is the easiest part. I'm loving my little chart. Even Alaskaboy is finding it fun. Yesterday, after the completion of our walk, he eagerly handed me my packet o' stars for the fridge.

Behold : 100 miles in 100 days. (there's another page with March and April nearby, but that doesn't have any stars yet. Boring!)

Now I've come off the holiday downer the intuitive eating is starting to happen again. Although I admit today we waited too long for dinner. I was hungry when out grocery shopping and should have bought a little snack to munch on, but we're seriously watching the finances at the mo'. And you all know what happens when you get too hungry...I may as well have put my dinner down in a big bowl on the floor and gone at it like a pig with a trough.

I really enjoyed the tofu and veg stir fry with rice, but dessert was the mistake. We'd bought some mint choc chip ice cream and some bars we hadn't tried before. Walking up to the freezer my brain and taste buds were flashing MINT CHOC CHIP and for some reason I couldn't be arsed taking the time to get a bowl and the ice cream scoop, so I went straight for the easily accessible, and extremely quick to open and shove in my gob, coffee bar. I should have listened to Obi-Wan's advice. "This is not the ice cream you're looking for!" So, of course I had to dish out some of the leftover rice and mix it with some of the seaweed salad that is part of tomorrow's lunch, because we all know how rice and seaweed salad really make up for missing mint choc chip ice cream. (???) And mustn't forget the two spoonfuls I scooped off the cooling sushi rice. {shakes head at self}

You wanna know the irony?

I did up this little jobbie last night and stuck it on the fridge.

Funny thing is, I really don't feel overfull. Perhaps that's because I went for my walk after dinner instead of sitting down and gorging on a book or movie. And it's that kind of gorging that's been getting me into trouble. My work table has been all tidied up and ready to go for about ten days now. And when I say ready to go, I mean literally. All the current work I'm editing printed out, notes, pens etc.


I just can't seem to bring myself to sit down at that table and do what I know I gotta do! In part I think it's because I was unable to work for so many months last year, and then the holiday, and now I'm laying down on my mental floor kickin' and screamin', "I don't wanna!" But mostly it's a dollop of good old fashioned fear that's seasoned with a dash of laziness.

So, I'm letting yas know here, up in big public letters, that I'm gonna send Curdish Capers out for submission by the end of February. Promise!

Oh, and I have to have the first scene of Serenade rewritten from Ghyrell's point of view by Valentine's Day.

By the way -- do feel free to nag me about it. LOL


Friday, January 25, 2008

This bod was made for walking.

With Alaskaboy being off work as a result of the Writers' Strike, me having PMS and both of us having jet lag as well as a cold, last week was pretty much a Babylon 5 marathon. (I gave him the whole five seasons for Christmas.) This week we've been also watching, but not 10-12 episodes per day.

Lo and behold, that freed us up to be able to go to the laundromat yesterday and do some washing. I had some new tops that I was trying to ensure would be dried on their correct settings, but Alaskaboy went through and started the driers before I was ready. (Fair enough since he's usually the one that does all the washing, he's used to being in control.) We had a little spat about it, with me saying the classic female logic, "It's too late now!" in response to his offer to open the dryers and sort it how I wanted.

I stormed off in a huff to let him regain control of his hot air kingdom, and studiously ignored him by reading. Sort of. I somehow noticed, despite all my powers of ignoring, that he puttered and fussed about, making sure his loyal subjects were all turning and heating as they were s'posed to. And I sat there wanting with all the wanting I had, to go murder some chips or burgers or SOME denizens of one of the eatery places within easy walking distance. I wanted to tear off big chunks so their greasy, saucy guts exploded in my mouth with salty satisfaction.

It was only then that I realised I wasn't hungry, I was angry, and getting angrier by the second. I tried directing my Glare of Grievance at Alaskaboy, but the glare kept failing to hit the target. No matter how much I focused, or how white hot my anger got, the little turd avoided so much as even a glancing blow. Buggerit! That meant it wasn't him I was actually angry at, and the tiff with him was a smokescreen for what I was really angry about. Which of course makes a woman angrier when she's robbed of the convenient target.

And I'd left my thinking cap at home. I'd have to do this the good old fashioned way, with brain power. I stared blindly at the pages of my book and let my mind wander back through the course of the day. Our new mattress was making me sore as my body was adjusting to it.

Annoying, yes, but not what I was after.

I didn't want to be doing laundry, I much preferred to be on the couch watching Babylon 5. Again, annoying, but more annoying not having any more warm clothes to wear. Therefore, watching t.v. wasn't as fun as it had been last week and washing was necessary.

The cold breeze wafting through the door?


The fact that I'd possibly fallen into dieting thinking by starting this 100 miles in 100 days challenge? No. That's not dieting, my body was actually asking for the walk.

The walk?


It was raining, and I'd wanted to go for a walk. I'd even thought about walking to and from the laundromat...but it was raining quite heavily. There went my newfound desire to walk. It's not fair, I WANT to do this, and now it's raining, and none of my wet weather coats fit me properly, and I don't want to get chilled etc and possibly bring my cold back. GAAAHHHH.

Whiny, and angry. No wonder I was spoiling for a fight.

Fuckit! There's still awhile to go before the dryers are done, there's eaves outside along the surrounding shops, I can do laps of the sheltered parts of the street and the inside of the laundromat. Who cares if I look silly? Ten laps and it should be at least half a mile.

12 laps later and some working out on Google Maps and my calculator...I'd actually already walked my mile. I didn't need to go any extra.

Today, we got up, had some breakfast, then went for the mile walk. Funnily enough, the aches and pains from the ten days of sitting have started to ease. I think my body has recovered enough that it actually likes the walking now, and has actually been missing all the activity we did in Australia.

Isn't that cool! So, I'm off to stick another star on my chart, and I'm looking forward to tomorrow's walk now.


Tuesday, January 22, 2008


Six weeks of eating fabulously was a balm for my soul. Fresh Aussie summer fruits, veggies and seafood, my favourite brands of chips/crisps, icecream, fish and chips, lebanese food, and not to forget...Baker's Delight bread and the list goes on. Eating my favourite foods alongside my family and friends definitely soothed something inside me. But not only was it a balm, the trip was also a triumph in many ways.

Firstly, in the whole six weeks we were away I gained three pounds. And I really don't consider that as a gain. It's more of a regular fluctuation. In fact, the month of November also saw a gain of three pounds. Considering that August, September and October saw losses due to illness and lack of appetite, I'm quite happy to have gained the weight back sensibly. Yes, I have lost muscle tone and gained inches, but that is to be expected. Last trip to Australia I gained an obscene amount of weight in the four weeks we were there, so a mere three pound gain over six weeks is something I'm proud of.

Secondly, before having the bad reaction my goal had been to go to Hanging Rock and make it all the way to the top. For various reasons every time we've gone there in the past, I've never gone beyond the clearing that is approx ¾ of the way up the trail. (I believe it may be the area called The Saddle.) After the reaction, my biggest fear was that I would have to stay at home and not even go, or remain behind in the cafĂ©. Once I saw how well I was able to walk around as the time approached for the Hanging Rock trip, my goal was simply to make it to the bottom of the stairs that lead under the actual Hanging Rock part of the trail. I knew my knees would not be able to do the stairs no matter how much I may have wanted them to, so the bottom of the stairs was my planned stopping point.

My father-in-law(who also has sore knees) and I made the bottom of stairs and weren't quite ready to turn back. Having always done the stairs to cross under the hanging rock, I'd never before noticed that the path continued to the left and curved around in a steep ramp trail. No stairs! To be honest, steep doesn't even begin to describe some of the sections of that particular part of the trail, but with many stops along the way, we made it to the clearing at the top of the stairs. I'd made it halfway up Hanging Rock when I'd feared I'd be unable to even go! My heart and soul urged me on to continue up to The Saddle. My head told me, “You're feeling great now, but you've got to get back DOWN the trail yet.” So, I listened to my head and took the victory that I'd already achieved. Especially important since the next day I was the driver to head down The Great Ocean Road. I needed a stout stick to help me balance on the way back down, but made it back in one piece.

Thirdly, last time we were there I went through a whole packet of antihistamine tablets as well as needing Ventolin inhalers to cope with my hay fever. This time I had maybe ten antihistamines and no inhaler. None! Even with the wattle trees upchucking their polleny bits in such a beautiful way all along the Hanging Rock trail.

I can't begin to imagine how many kilometres I must have walked during this whole trip. Countless shopping trips, several of which included covering the whole of Vic Market and Highpoint. (My god that's huge now!) Squeaky Beach, 12 Apostles and Port Campbell, Penguin Parade, Koala Conservatory, Healesville Sanctuary, only a small part of the Otway Ranges FlyWalk, multiple museums and aquariums, Melbourne CBD. And most surprising to myself, on two occasions during the second week of the vacation I walked the trail near my parents place that holds a steep gully. It was that particular feat that gave me the idea for the Hanging Rock goal.

Now, think back to that 1 mile stroll I took on the 30th of October last year. . .I was sore for nearly a week after and honestly felt like I'd run a marathon.

There's no knowing if I'll ever regain my fitness levels prior to the adverse reaction, but if you'd told me in September or October that I would feel this strong and fit in January, I'd have done a Darryl Kerrigan, “Tell him he's dreaming!”

My heart is dreaming of doing modified aerobics this week. Again, I'll be listening to my head though. It's suggesting I should be able to do one month of walking a daily minimum of 1 mile, before I even think about attempting aerobics or weight work. I'm only five months out from that shitful day, and so I should still be taking it slowly. My mother-in-law has been told it'll take her twelve months to fully recuperate from her knee surgery. Why should I think it would take any less to recover from something that touched on just about every single part of my body? I'm gonna make like a tortoise and stick with slow and steady. I intend to win this race back to good health.

In light of that my goal for this year is very simple: be healthier than I am now.

I achieved last year's major goal. I got below 220lbs. I've snuck back up over that in the last couple of weeks, but that's okay. I know that weight will come off again and I'll move back down again, but in a healthier way. Coming through last year intact and with my emotions and mental blocks all sorted through has given me such a positive outlook for this year that I know I can only improve on where I am today.

2007 was a great year for me, I'm hoping 2008 is even better!


Friday, January 11, 2008


Can't believe how six weeks flies faster than four! Flying home tomorrow, will be back in the house Saturday morning, US time.

Much to talk about, had a fabulous time!

Happy New Year to All.