Yesterday I officially got back on the diet wagon and I would love to say I feel fantastic but I feel...well.... hungry to be honest.
Three months of eating what I want when I want as not only left me 5lbs heavier but also living without rules and boundaries, and that is now my problem.
When before, if I was hungry I would reach for the snacks, tonight I am sitting here thinking I might go to bed before I do or eat something I will regret in the morning.
I really do need to do something thou. The weight is creeping back on and my beautiful new clothes are getting tighter. I am blowed if I am going to put all that weight back on and of course my fabulous new dress is waiting to be made.
There is a roll of material somewhere with my name on it, and I am determined to have it hang in my wardrobe within the year.
So lets start again, on this long, tough sometimes lonely road, together and see where it takes us.
Thank you to Diet Chef. My weight loss savour.
Wednesday 31 August 2011
Monday 6 June 2011
Can people like me have it all?
Something happened today that has stirred up a few feelings and made me quite angry to be honest.
Its quite complicated how I’m feeling in my head so I may ramble on a little but I feel as if I need to get it all out to make it seem clearer and so I’m able to park it and move on.
I am not going to tell you the situation and who it concerns because that would not be fair to them and to be honest that’s not the point of writing this post to "name and shame".
Concerning a company that is high end.....
Did not return my of emails over the last few weeks until I went thou another channel to reach them, then I got a reply within 20 minuties.
A reply which I feel to be offhand, very vague and not answering the points I raised.
If I was a multi millionaire or Lady Far Quar would this person have replied to me instantly? Would they have found the answer to my question that same moment? Would it have needed two emails and a another way to get a reply?
Why ignore me? Do they think I can not afford such luxuries that I am wasting there time? Or maybe that I don’t fit their image, perhaps?
I think it’s maybe the first of the two. which makes me beg to ask the question, Are people like me allowed to have high end items? Or should I put up with my lot and stop looking above my station?
Northern working class views tend to be, you are what you are given. If you are born working class and into a blue collar family, that is what you stay. There is not much social movement and if you do have visions of going to university or to move on the career ladder and do well for yourself then you can be deemed as a dreamer or a snob even. (Because my husband has done alright for himself and went to uni, oh and is from London and talks correct, my Mother thinks he is a snob and that he thinks he is too good for the likes of her and far better then her).
For the first 23 years of my life I have had this drummed into my head, then I met Clive. (Of course he is from a middle class family, both his parents went to public school and Clive and his sister waned for nothing. Living in a lovely big house in Surrey. First cars brought them when they learnt to drive. Deposits given to buy their first house ect. ect). But he showed me you can want nice things and get them if you work hard for them. No place. No object, no experience is out of question if you have the money to pay for it. Of course money doesn’t come easy to all but if you work hard and have a goal insight you can achieve and obtain anything,
Well that’s what I thought but today’s incident as knocked that confidence out of me.
But of course, its me we are talking about… fall over, get up, dust off, start again.
Well it’s been left that I will be in touch when I am ready to move forward...And I will be moving forward, I will get this and become a very, very good client. And my money will be the same colour as everyone else’s, only mine will have blood, sweat and tears on it.
But the worst thing is, I really expected more from them...thats what really hurts.
This post is of my own views ans is taken from an original piece of writing I have decided not to publish in full.
Its quite complicated how I’m feeling in my head so I may ramble on a little but I feel as if I need to get it all out to make it seem clearer and so I’m able to park it and move on.
I am not going to tell you the situation and who it concerns because that would not be fair to them and to be honest that’s not the point of writing this post to "name and shame".
Concerning a company that is high end.....
Did not return my of emails over the last few weeks until I went thou another channel to reach them, then I got a reply within 20 minuties.
A reply which I feel to be offhand, very vague and not answering the points I raised.
If I was a multi millionaire or Lady Far Quar would this person have replied to me instantly? Would they have found the answer to my question that same moment? Would it have needed two emails and a another way to get a reply?
Why ignore me? Do they think I can not afford such luxuries that I am wasting there time? Or maybe that I don’t fit their image, perhaps?
I think it’s maybe the first of the two. which makes me beg to ask the question, Are people like me allowed to have high end items? Or should I put up with my lot and stop looking above my station?
Northern working class views tend to be, you are what you are given. If you are born working class and into a blue collar family, that is what you stay. There is not much social movement and if you do have visions of going to university or to move on the career ladder and do well for yourself then you can be deemed as a dreamer or a snob even. (Because my husband has done alright for himself and went to uni, oh and is from London and talks correct, my Mother thinks he is a snob and that he thinks he is too good for the likes of her and far better then her).
For the first 23 years of my life I have had this drummed into my head, then I met Clive. (Of course he is from a middle class family, both his parents went to public school and Clive and his sister waned for nothing. Living in a lovely big house in Surrey. First cars brought them when they learnt to drive. Deposits given to buy their first house ect. ect). But he showed me you can want nice things and get them if you work hard for them. No place. No object, no experience is out of question if you have the money to pay for it. Of course money doesn’t come easy to all but if you work hard and have a goal insight you can achieve and obtain anything,
Well that’s what I thought but today’s incident as knocked that confidence out of me.
But of course, its me we are talking about… fall over, get up, dust off, start again.
Well it’s been left that I will be in touch when I am ready to move forward...And I will be moving forward, I will get this and become a very, very good client. And my money will be the same colour as everyone else’s, only mine will have blood, sweat and tears on it.
But the worst thing is, I really expected more from them...thats what really hurts.
This post is of my own views ans is taken from an original piece of writing I have decided not to publish in full.
Monday 16 May 2011
What's the point.
Looking at the stats of my blog today, I realised how little people read it.
I mean, it never started out to be for other people but mealy to get my own thoughts and problems off my chest. But as time as gone by, I wondered if people would read it and maybe, just maybe it may inspire people to lose weight themselves. To see an ordinary everyday person like me lose lots of weight.
The problem is how do you get blogs and such like into the open masses. The likes of disneyrollergirl and londonlibertygirl, how did they get so popular? And they are fashion blogger's. According to Blogger there are hundreds of fashion blogger's..how did they get in particular, get noticed?
The girl who wrote the blog about Julia Child's recipes in 2002.. how did she get noticed? Doing a different recipe everyday, just posted a blog about it and boom instant success.
I know it was a film and films are watered down dramas of true stories, but it was a true story after all.
Don't get me wrong I don't want to be a award winning blogger. but to have more then 10 followers after a year of blogging would be nice.
After all James Lees-Milne wrote his dairies in the hope they would be published after his death. I am not that optimistic, but I would hope my blogs were read while I was still alive.
I mean, it never started out to be for other people but mealy to get my own thoughts and problems off my chest. But as time as gone by, I wondered if people would read it and maybe, just maybe it may inspire people to lose weight themselves. To see an ordinary everyday person like me lose lots of weight.
The problem is how do you get blogs and such like into the open masses. The likes of disneyrollergirl and londonlibertygirl, how did they get so popular? And they are fashion blogger's. According to Blogger there are hundreds of fashion blogger's..how did they get in particular, get noticed?
The girl who wrote the blog about Julia Child's recipes in 2002.. how did she get noticed? Doing a different recipe everyday, just posted a blog about it and boom instant success.
I know it was a film and films are watered down dramas of true stories, but it was a true story after all.
Don't get me wrong I don't want to be a award winning blogger. but to have more then 10 followers after a year of blogging would be nice.
After all James Lees-Milne wrote his dairies in the hope they would be published after his death. I am not that optimistic, but I would hope my blogs were read while I was still alive.
Monday 9 May 2011
mmmmmmmmmm.
My post this week is going to be like my mood at present.. Short.
Three weeks of long weekends, weddings and friends visiting have resulted in a 10lb weight again. ;0/.
Wont be getting my MTM dress anytime soon.
Oh well, hang on while I just climb back on the wagon.
Three weeks of long weekends, weddings and friends visiting have resulted in a 10lb weight again. ;0/.
Wont be getting my MTM dress anytime soon.
Oh well, hang on while I just climb back on the wagon.
Tuesday 3 May 2011
World Asthma Day.
Today is world asthma day, and here is just one of my stories.
I was diagnosed with asthma when I was 3 years old, but had it really since birth. Early memories are of always having a bottle of pink penicillin in the fridge to try and combat the chest infections I was plagued with.
I had two or three really bad attacks when I was a child, but it’s only really been since I was an adult that the attacks have been severe, needing hospitalisation several times and in two cases life threatening.
One February morning two years ago, I woke up like any other morning. But by 11am I was feeling really tight in the chest. After taking my inhalers I felt better but within an hour I needed to use them again. I decided to go and see the doctor to get some steroids as it was oblivious my little friend (asthma) was going to be a pain and thought steroids was the way forward on this occasion.
It was emergency appointment only so I got in the car and only just made it to the doctors. By the time I got out of the car I was very tight for breath and the inhalers were not working, I sort of just fell out the car, my little boy who was only 24 months at that time was fantastic and was as good as gold.
I waited in the waiting room even thou it was very obvious I could not breath and waited 20 mins for my appointment in the end it my little boy who went to the reception and said mommy needs a doctor.
Long story short, I had a neb there and the doctor decided I had to go to hospital but instead of ringing an ambulance he rang my husband at work and told him to take me to hospital.
By the time I got there I could not walk, talk or do anything. Within half hour of reaching hospital I was on an intensive care ward where I stayed for 5 days.
Afterwards when I was waiting to be discharged from hospital a nurse cam to see me. When she asked how I was, I said oh im ok now just my asthma playing up again it does that from time to time.. she looked at me took me by the hand and said, I dont think you relise just how close you came to not being here today, dont take your asthma for granted because it can kill.
That GP should have rang an ambulance, I honestly don’t know why he didn’t. The hospital was gobsmacked that he didn’t.
And this story is typical of hour your asthma can deteriorate within minutes and hours to critical condition.
DONT ever take it for granted, it does and can kill.
http://www.asthma.org.uk/
I was diagnosed with asthma when I was 3 years old, but had it really since birth. Early memories are of always having a bottle of pink penicillin in the fridge to try and combat the chest infections I was plagued with.
I had two or three really bad attacks when I was a child, but it’s only really been since I was an adult that the attacks have been severe, needing hospitalisation several times and in two cases life threatening.
One February morning two years ago, I woke up like any other morning. But by 11am I was feeling really tight in the chest. After taking my inhalers I felt better but within an hour I needed to use them again. I decided to go and see the doctor to get some steroids as it was oblivious my little friend (asthma) was going to be a pain and thought steroids was the way forward on this occasion.
It was emergency appointment only so I got in the car and only just made it to the doctors. By the time I got out of the car I was very tight for breath and the inhalers were not working, I sort of just fell out the car, my little boy who was only 24 months at that time was fantastic and was as good as gold.
I waited in the waiting room even thou it was very obvious I could not breath and waited 20 mins for my appointment in the end it my little boy who went to the reception and said mommy needs a doctor.
Long story short, I had a neb there and the doctor decided I had to go to hospital but instead of ringing an ambulance he rang my husband at work and told him to take me to hospital.
By the time I got there I could not walk, talk or do anything. Within half hour of reaching hospital I was on an intensive care ward where I stayed for 5 days.
Afterwards when I was waiting to be discharged from hospital a nurse cam to see me. When she asked how I was, I said oh im ok now just my asthma playing up again it does that from time to time.. she looked at me took me by the hand and said, I dont think you relise just how close you came to not being here today, dont take your asthma for granted because it can kill.
That GP should have rang an ambulance, I honestly don’t know why he didn’t. The hospital was gobsmacked that he didn’t.
And this story is typical of hour your asthma can deteriorate within minutes and hours to critical condition.
DONT ever take it for granted, it does and can kill.
http://www.asthma.org.uk/
Monday 18 April 2011
The power of Blog.
Last week I wrote about my lack of motivation regarding my healthy eating plan (HEP) and in my opinion the correlation between not filling out my daily diary or my weekly blog, resulting in rapid weight gain.
Well last week I vowed to do both of those things, which I did and I lost 7lbs in weight this week. Now I am feeing fantastic and motivated as ever and by Thursday or the latest next Monday I want to see a 13 on those scales and I am so excited by that prospect.
Just goes to show if you write your thoughts and feelings down, not only do you get them out of your head to be able to make more room for new things but also it can help you get things into perspective and bring issues into the forefront of your mind so you can deal with them.
By writing those thoughts down last week and rereading them, I made myself realise how I really felt about putting on that weight and what impact it was having on moving forward with my HEP.
Now I feel, clear headed and excited about the weeks ahead.
I won’t desert you again my friend.
HEP = Healthy Eating Plan..... or should that be HELP.
Updated 18th April 2011... 6.18pm.... my friend Moo came up with something I thought very funny...
HELP = Healthy Eating Life Plan. Sound words of advice there I think. Thanks Moo. x
Next week, I bare all and publish my photos of the journey to get into my size 18 JC dress. (not for the faint hearted).
Well last week I vowed to do both of those things, which I did and I lost 7lbs in weight this week. Now I am feeing fantastic and motivated as ever and by Thursday or the latest next Monday I want to see a 13 on those scales and I am so excited by that prospect.
Just goes to show if you write your thoughts and feelings down, not only do you get them out of your head to be able to make more room for new things but also it can help you get things into perspective and bring issues into the forefront of your mind so you can deal with them.
By writing those thoughts down last week and rereading them, I made myself realise how I really felt about putting on that weight and what impact it was having on moving forward with my HEP.
Now I feel, clear headed and excited about the weeks ahead.
I won’t desert you again my friend.
HEP = Healthy Eating Plan..... or should that be HELP.
Updated 18th April 2011... 6.18pm.... my friend Moo came up with something I thought very funny...
HELP = Healthy Eating Life Plan. Sound words of advice there I think. Thanks Moo. x
Next week, I bare all and publish my photos of the journey to get into my size 18 JC dress. (not for the faint hearted).
Tuesday 12 April 2011
99, 100...........Motivation, coming ready or not!!!!!!!
When I started my diet (or as the experts call it healthy eating plan) I had three golden rules that I was going to stick to at all costs.
1 To write everything I ate in a diary, however bad it was, everything was to go down, and I mean
EVERYTHING.
2 I was going to update my blog weekly, write down my thoughts and feelings, however difficult they maybe.
3 Weigh myself Monday and Thursday, without fail. No matter how naughty I had been that week.
Number 2, went out of the window quite early on. I just could not find the time to write a blog every week. Silly I know as it takes a matter of seconds to say... Hard week this week, must try harder.
But numbers 1 and 3 were always done, without fail. The only exception was when I was in the states and I knew I was going to eat like a pig and there was no access to weighing scales.
Until recently that is, my diary as not been completed for weeks and I have not bothered weighing myself regularly as I know what the scales will say, hence the fact I have put on half a stone in a matter of weeks.
I feel fat, depressed, my clothes are getting tight. I'm bloated and miserable and of cause this leads to eating more so it’s a very viscous circle.
Every Monday is a "my diet starts today" and by the afternoon I am craving crisps. One day I even ate all of the babies pick a mix. I was like a women possessed and I didn’t even eat many sweets before I lost my weight. I was more a crisp gal.
Where has my motivation gone I can hear all 9 of you ask, well that is a long story and when I have got it straight in my own head I will let you know, but it all steams from my visit to Jasper Conran and the disappointing news of look 23, the dress of my dreams and what has kept me going though all these months.
Whatever happens I need to find my motivation, because I am blowed if I am going to see that 15 back on those scales and that will happen sooner rather then later if I am not careful.
1 To write everything I ate in a diary, however bad it was, everything was to go down, and I mean
EVERYTHING.
2 I was going to update my blog weekly, write down my thoughts and feelings, however difficult they maybe.
3 Weigh myself Monday and Thursday, without fail. No matter how naughty I had been that week.
Number 2, went out of the window quite early on. I just could not find the time to write a blog every week. Silly I know as it takes a matter of seconds to say... Hard week this week, must try harder.
But numbers 1 and 3 were always done, without fail. The only exception was when I was in the states and I knew I was going to eat like a pig and there was no access to weighing scales.
Until recently that is, my diary as not been completed for weeks and I have not bothered weighing myself regularly as I know what the scales will say, hence the fact I have put on half a stone in a matter of weeks.
I feel fat, depressed, my clothes are getting tight. I'm bloated and miserable and of cause this leads to eating more so it’s a very viscous circle.
Every Monday is a "my diet starts today" and by the afternoon I am craving crisps. One day I even ate all of the babies pick a mix. I was like a women possessed and I didn’t even eat many sweets before I lost my weight. I was more a crisp gal.
Where has my motivation gone I can hear all 9 of you ask, well that is a long story and when I have got it straight in my own head I will let you know, but it all steams from my visit to Jasper Conran and the disappointing news of look 23, the dress of my dreams and what has kept me going though all these months.
Whatever happens I need to find my motivation, because I am blowed if I am going to see that 15 back on those scales and that will happen sooner rather then later if I am not careful.
My first ever book review. Dog walks Man.
Dog walks Man, A six-legged odyssey.
By John Zeaman.
Hamlyn.
I was given this book solely to review it and I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The tales of a man, who is duped into getting a dog by his children and who like Fathers world over, ends up the one walking it everyday.
At first I was a little taken aback by the story content. What on earth would an author have to delicate a 304 page book about dog walking with? But every chapter is filled with beautiful in depth details and descriptions of the area which they walked, the actions of his dog Pete (a standard poodle). The actions of people around him and the consequences of these actions and the characters he meets along the way.
The book is very easy to read due to its short story type format, each chapter is a new adventure and this allows you to put the book down and pick up again quite easily.
I found the book very funny in places some are even laugh out loud moments, which caused some embarrassment on a train one day. But it also brought me to tears in places as well.
Its beautifully written, moving, witty and a joy to read.
Once you have read it, dog walking will never be the same again
By John Zeaman.
Hamlyn.
I was given this book solely to review it and I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it.
The tales of a man, who is duped into getting a dog by his children and who like Fathers world over, ends up the one walking it everyday.
At first I was a little taken aback by the story content. What on earth would an author have to delicate a 304 page book about dog walking with? But every chapter is filled with beautiful in depth details and descriptions of the area which they walked, the actions of his dog Pete (a standard poodle). The actions of people around him and the consequences of these actions and the characters he meets along the way.
The book is very easy to read due to its short story type format, each chapter is a new adventure and this allows you to put the book down and pick up again quite easily.
I found the book very funny in places some are even laugh out loud moments, which caused some embarrassment on a train one day. But it also brought me to tears in places as well.
Its beautifully written, moving, witty and a joy to read.
Once you have read it, dog walking will never be the same again
Monday 14 March 2011
A vintage dress giveaway by a felow blogger. A Thrifty Mrs and Hummingbird
A Thrifty Mrs in association with Humming bird is giving away a vintage dress plus matching jewellery. Competition closes in two hours, so follow the link and enter. You never know it may just be your lucky day.
http://thefurtheradventuresofathriftymrs.blogspot.com/2011/03/hummingbird-vintage-giveaway.html?spref=tw
http://thefurtheradventuresofathriftymrs.blogspot.com/2011/03/hummingbird-vintage-giveaway.html?spref=tw
Monday 21 February 2011
Back on track. 7 days and counting.
Today I finally lost all my weight I put on in America and over the funeral period.
I am now back on track and the lowest weight I have been in the last 12 years. I doubt very much I will be the weight I wanted to be for my trip to London next week (unless a miracle takes places of course) but I am very happy with where I am at the moment.
Cant believe in 7 days, I will finally be seeing the dress that has kept me going since September. It will be such a boost, that I so desperately need at the moment.
I'm not sure if I will see the actual dress or a photo, not really sure how it all works. Heck I have never even been in a fashion house before let alone seen a made to measure garment.
So excited, will let you know how it goes. x
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I am now back on track and the lowest weight I have been in the last 12 years. I doubt very much I will be the weight I wanted to be for my trip to London next week (unless a miracle takes places of course) but I am very happy with where I am at the moment.
Cant believe in 7 days, I will finally be seeing the dress that has kept me going since September. It will be such a boost, that I so desperately need at the moment.
I'm not sure if I will see the actual dress or a photo, not really sure how it all works. Heck I have never even been in a fashion house before let alone seen a made to measure garment.
So excited, will let you know how it goes. x
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Sunday 20 February 2011
Best seat in my house.
Early indications from Jasper Conan’s new tumblr site suggested in my eyes a black, white and silver monochrome theme.
Black and white photos, black shoes, black and silver invitations, piano key like images. In fact unlike the very citrusy colours of the S/S 2011 collection it appears to be typically Jasper Conran.
I was so excited about the early signs as I love that black, white and silver look. Very, very 20’s and 30’s and quite Hollywood.
Would the collection, be anything like this?…..Or are they sending us on a goose chase or is it my perception from an untrained eye, very wrong?
Sitting on my bed, laptop balanced on my knee, coffee in one hand, daybook in the other, I'm ready.
The stage is set, Lights, camera, action!!!
OK, ok, I am very wrong... Hollywood NO! 20’s 30’s NO!
Try London in the 60’s. .
Beautiful, black straight silhouettes graced the screen first, boyish mod look with zipper tops and over the body courier type bags. Black hot pants and long straight legged trousers. Then came the shift dresses in White, black and silver colours. All teamed with black opaque tights and small squared heeled shoes.
Thigh high boots were seen, with short skirts and more zipper tops. Also a fantastic two piece suit with a short skirt and double breasted jacket, which I want.
Then came the metallic bronzes and copper colours. Reptile like print shift dresses and skirts with more opaque tights. Suede sleeveless jackets and skirts added to the 60’s theme.
Of course something else Jasper does really well is to accessorize. Beautiful Stephen Jones oversized hats made an appearance and the fluffy clutch bags were fun.
The crowning glory was an oversized fur coat, which didn’t float my boat but appears to be popular with fashion writers and bloggers on twitter at the moment. Just goes to show what I know.
All in all, the whole collection was very Jasper, feminine, wearable, tailored, simple, elegant and most importantly obtainable to the everyday women like me.
Please note, I am not in anyway, experienced in the fashion or writing worlds. The above is the personal opinions of an untrained individual who as seen the collections once on a PC via live streaming and is writing from memory
Black and white photos, black shoes, black and silver invitations, piano key like images. In fact unlike the very citrusy colours of the S/S 2011 collection it appears to be typically Jasper Conran.
I was so excited about the early signs as I love that black, white and silver look. Very, very 20’s and 30’s and quite Hollywood.
Would the collection, be anything like this?…..Or are they sending us on a goose chase or is it my perception from an untrained eye, very wrong?
Sitting on my bed, laptop balanced on my knee, coffee in one hand, daybook in the other, I'm ready.
The stage is set, Lights, camera, action!!!
OK, ok, I am very wrong... Hollywood NO! 20’s 30’s NO!
Try London in the 60’s. .
Beautiful, black straight silhouettes graced the screen first, boyish mod look with zipper tops and over the body courier type bags. Black hot pants and long straight legged trousers. Then came the shift dresses in White, black and silver colours. All teamed with black opaque tights and small squared heeled shoes.
Thigh high boots were seen, with short skirts and more zipper tops. Also a fantastic two piece suit with a short skirt and double breasted jacket, which I want.
Then came the metallic bronzes and copper colours. Reptile like print shift dresses and skirts with more opaque tights. Suede sleeveless jackets and skirts added to the 60’s theme.
Of course something else Jasper does really well is to accessorize. Beautiful Stephen Jones oversized hats made an appearance and the fluffy clutch bags were fun.
The crowning glory was an oversized fur coat, which didn’t float my boat but appears to be popular with fashion writers and bloggers on twitter at the moment. Just goes to show what I know.
All in all, the whole collection was very Jasper, feminine, wearable, tailored, simple, elegant and most importantly obtainable to the everyday women like me.
Please note, I am not in anyway, experienced in the fashion or writing worlds. The above is the personal opinions of an untrained individual who as seen the collections once on a PC via live streaming and is writing from memory
Saturday 19 February 2011
Break a leg everyone.
The stage is set,
My front row seat is reserved by the PC,
The Asti is on ice,
So let the show commence.
London Fashion Week,
Jasper Conran,
Autumn and winter 2011,
20th February 2011, 12pm,
Somerset House, London.
Live link, .
http://bit.ly/i4NGn4
My front row seat is reserved by the PC,
The Asti is on ice,
So let the show commence.
London Fashion Week,
Jasper Conran,
Autumn and winter 2011,
20th February 2011, 12pm,
Somerset House, London.
Live link, .
http://bit.ly/i4NGn4
Friday 18 February 2011
Proud owner of this dress.
Fabulous floaty dress.
Navy striped shirt dress on Debenhams
Bad chest?
Returned back from my parents house yesterday, with 6 pounds more weight and a bad chest (bad chest is a family term that indicates my Asthma is playing up.....is your chest bad?, I have a bad chest at the moment. Wrap up warm you don't want a bad chest..... Don't ask me why, I don't know. Its always been referred to it in this way).
Steroids were prescribed by the Doctor this morning. They will do wonders for my asthma, but nothing for my weight, or the joys of a big round bloated face for a couple weeks. Oh how I cant wait!!! And I am seeing JC at the end of this month. Bonus!!
Steroids were prescribed by the Doctor this morning. They will do wonders for my asthma, but nothing for my weight, or the joys of a big round bloated face for a couple weeks. Oh how I cant wait!!! And I am seeing JC at the end of this month. Bonus!!
Thursday 17 February 2011
Have you heard the saying....Dont bite the hand?
Observation from Twitter today,
A fashion student, made some really rude comments about a certain designer, who is close to my heart. Not only about their designs but also quite personal comments as well.
And it's not a rare occurrence either. Fashion Students regularly take it upon themselves to voice their opinions though the medium that is twitter about established fashion houses.
I don't really have much experience in the fashion industry but I should imagine it is a very secular community and people know everyone else and have very long memory's.
All I have to say it.....
I love the way some fashion students slag off fashion designers on Twitter..
Don't these people know, they will need jobs after graduation?
A fashion student, made some really rude comments about a certain designer, who is close to my heart. Not only about their designs but also quite personal comments as well.
And it's not a rare occurrence either. Fashion Students regularly take it upon themselves to voice their opinions though the medium that is twitter about established fashion houses.
I don't really have much experience in the fashion industry but I should imagine it is a very secular community and people know everyone else and have very long memory's.
All I have to say it.....
I love the way some fashion students slag off fashion designers on Twitter..
Don't these people know, they will need jobs after graduation?
Wednesday 16 February 2011
They ate their way around Wolvehampton.
Those words were said this week and really sum it all up for me.
My Nanna died about three weeks ago and her funeral was on Monday, Valentine's Day. She was my maternal Grandmother and to say she lived and loved her food is an understatement.
Early memories of her were when I was around 9 years old. Sometimes on a Saturday night my sister and I used would go round her house for tea. The meal was always the same, adult size portion of fish and chips each finished off with a third each of a Walls mint vienetta, washed down with gallons of Lilt. Oh and of course don't forget the two pieces of bread and butter. I should imagine there was enough calories in this one meal to last an average 9 year old a week. And if we didn't eat it, we must have been ill or have eaten too many sweeties before we went round. In fact if Nanna hadn't fed us enough she felt as if she hadn't looked after us right.
On Sunday lunchtime she would go to the Berni Inn a chain of steakhouses, one of which was in Wolverhampton. Firstly she went with Grandad Fred and then when he died, she went with her friend Sid or Uncle Sid as I called him.
Nanna would come back from the Berni, telling us stories of the people who used to go there and of the food. Juicy steaks served with, beef tomatoes, mushrooms, egg, onion rings and huge chunky chips. She would bring back her cocktail umbrellas and I would use them as parasols for my Sindy dolls.
I used to beg my parents to take me to the Berni. I wanted to go to this magical place and have all those delicious things on one plate and have the drink that went with the cocktail umbrella. I used to imagine what the place was like and what the people were like that went there. All the ladies dolled up in their finery and the men in their suits looking their Sunday best.
They never did take me. Funny enough, I asked my Mom afterwards at the wake why we never went and she told me they could never afford it. Must have been a pricey place then.
The berni has long since gone and so as Grandad Fred, Uncle Sid and now Nanna. But even now I regard a steak as a very special treat and only ever order it on very special occasions.
As we were sat there on Monday afternoon listening to the Ministers eulogy, I wondered about those Saturday night suppers and realised I never really stood a chance with my relationship to food. It was in my genes to love it and to struggle with the consequences of that relationship.
Looking around the chapel at the women of my family and believe me there are lots of us, I realised that they too have had that love of food and battled against it at one time or another. Is this nature or nurture? That’s another blog post another day.
The Minister summed it up as she was talking about Nanna's hobbies and interests,
Lillian enjoyed going out with her friend Sid, as they ate their way around Wolverhampton.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berni_Inn
My Nanna died about three weeks ago and her funeral was on Monday, Valentine's Day. She was my maternal Grandmother and to say she lived and loved her food is an understatement.
Early memories of her were when I was around 9 years old. Sometimes on a Saturday night my sister and I used would go round her house for tea. The meal was always the same, adult size portion of fish and chips each finished off with a third each of a Walls mint vienetta, washed down with gallons of Lilt. Oh and of course don't forget the two pieces of bread and butter. I should imagine there was enough calories in this one meal to last an average 9 year old a week. And if we didn't eat it, we must have been ill or have eaten too many sweeties before we went round. In fact if Nanna hadn't fed us enough she felt as if she hadn't looked after us right.
On Sunday lunchtime she would go to the Berni Inn a chain of steakhouses, one of which was in Wolverhampton. Firstly she went with Grandad Fred and then when he died, she went with her friend Sid or Uncle Sid as I called him.
Nanna would come back from the Berni, telling us stories of the people who used to go there and of the food. Juicy steaks served with, beef tomatoes, mushrooms, egg, onion rings and huge chunky chips. She would bring back her cocktail umbrellas and I would use them as parasols for my Sindy dolls.
I used to beg my parents to take me to the Berni. I wanted to go to this magical place and have all those delicious things on one plate and have the drink that went with the cocktail umbrella. I used to imagine what the place was like and what the people were like that went there. All the ladies dolled up in their finery and the men in their suits looking their Sunday best.
They never did take me. Funny enough, I asked my Mom afterwards at the wake why we never went and she told me they could never afford it. Must have been a pricey place then.
The berni has long since gone and so as Grandad Fred, Uncle Sid and now Nanna. But even now I regard a steak as a very special treat and only ever order it on very special occasions.
As we were sat there on Monday afternoon listening to the Ministers eulogy, I wondered about those Saturday night suppers and realised I never really stood a chance with my relationship to food. It was in my genes to love it and to struggle with the consequences of that relationship.
Looking around the chapel at the women of my family and believe me there are lots of us, I realised that they too have had that love of food and battled against it at one time or another. Is this nature or nurture? That’s another blog post another day.
The Minister summed it up as she was talking about Nanna's hobbies and interests,
Lillian enjoyed going out with her friend Sid, as they ate their way around Wolverhampton.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berni_Inn
Friday 11 February 2011
Its been too long, my friend.
I'm sorry I haven't posted for, well quite a few months actually. Life seems to run away with it and well I haven't really had a very good 6 months, what with one thing and another.
My Healthy eating plan is going on. Fell off the wagon with a bump on one or two occasions but always got back on with a smile. To today's date I have lost 3stone 3lb and very, very happy. Dropped two dress sizes and finally getting rid of my double chin.
In fact my chin is like some sort of measuring device. If I have been a bad girl with my eating, I have what I call chipmunk cheeks. The fat seems to sit on the side of my jaw bone and just underneath my cheeks. When I smile they puff out slightly giving the impression of a little chipmunk storing his nuts in his cheeks.
I have always said, if when I have reached my goal my double chin is still there it is being sucked out with the hoover as my son would say.
Exciting news thou, at the end of February I am off to Jasper Conan's beautiful flagship store in Mayfair, to view the dress I am going to have made when I have reached my goal weight. And of course a blow by blow account will be posted on here. I truly cannot wait and frantically saving for it.
Many people have said to me, why would I spend all that money on one dress when I could have a holiday and wear a bikini on a sun kissed beach somewhere for the same price. The answer to that is quite simply.. since I was 15 I have wanted a made to measure Jasper Conran dress. Before I've either never had the figure, the money or even the knowledge that people like me could have a designer dress made. But now I know all these things are achievable thou hard work and determination. And anyway a holiday will last two weeks tops, that gorgeous dress will be in my wardrobe for a very, very long time to come. And my God I will have worked hard for it.
My Healthy eating plan is going on. Fell off the wagon with a bump on one or two occasions but always got back on with a smile. To today's date I have lost 3stone 3lb and very, very happy. Dropped two dress sizes and finally getting rid of my double chin.
In fact my chin is like some sort of measuring device. If I have been a bad girl with my eating, I have what I call chipmunk cheeks. The fat seems to sit on the side of my jaw bone and just underneath my cheeks. When I smile they puff out slightly giving the impression of a little chipmunk storing his nuts in his cheeks.
I have always said, if when I have reached my goal my double chin is still there it is being sucked out with the hoover as my son would say.
Exciting news thou, at the end of February I am off to Jasper Conan's beautiful flagship store in Mayfair, to view the dress I am going to have made when I have reached my goal weight. And of course a blow by blow account will be posted on here. I truly cannot wait and frantically saving for it.
Many people have said to me, why would I spend all that money on one dress when I could have a holiday and wear a bikini on a sun kissed beach somewhere for the same price. The answer to that is quite simply.. since I was 15 I have wanted a made to measure Jasper Conran dress. Before I've either never had the figure, the money or even the knowledge that people like me could have a designer dress made. But now I know all these things are achievable thou hard work and determination. And anyway a holiday will last two weeks tops, that gorgeous dress will be in my wardrobe for a very, very long time to come. And my God I will have worked hard for it.
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