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.
Monday, 9 May 2011
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
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