Monday, January 24, 2011
Today was an all out cleaning frenzy with me humming, singing and – yes – whistling while I worked. The stereo was set to play a pile of feel good songs and my mood was great and has been for a few days now – long story.
Getting my cardio while I scrub the balcony or wash the windows or vacuum or mop myself into a frenzy– 2 birds one stone.
Decided I wanted a new plant for the balcony table and needed a few bits and pieces plus a haircut. Had nice long shower and did all those girly things men never admit to – loofahing and scrubbing nails and hair conditioning – not my usual routine but I wanted to feel sparkly clean (oh no – this is starting to sound like a Disney movie – queue the bluebirds and the pixie dust).
Aaannnyway – put on some jeans – that fit – woo hoo! - and was buttoning up my shirt when I felt that automatic twitch in my neck.
There's a mirror right there reflecting a wonderful side view – have a look – you know you want to.
After only 5 or so kilos off from 126 there would be no noticeable change and I knew it but the head swiveled anyway.
As I started to take in the view I cringed a little on the inside and waited for the inevitable internal voice to start - “Hmmm – nice man boobs!”, “how does that tyre run continuously around your stomach – you almost have as much back fat as you do front fat!”, “At least try and suck in that gut would you” - I am sure many of you know what I mean.
So I waited – and nothing. Not a single bitchy, derogatory comment from yours truly.
The only thing that came out? “Thats actually OK – it won't be too long before that view is going to change Mister – keep at it alright?”.
Wheres the snide, snarky comments – wheres the not so smart insults that would be tumbling out by now, wheres the venom, wheres the – what the heck is going on?
Nope – not a one.
It would seem that internal Dave (we call him Bert) is finally getting the hint. Things are changing – this is not if but when so start playing nice.
I know that there will still be the occasional slip but it seems that a corner is being turned.
So – as Barbara says – be good to yourself.
Be on the lookout – listen for those negative thoughts and start retraining them. Don't be complacent about letting it happen – work on it.
You should, can and must be your best friend.
Be vigilant and consciously monitor the negative self talk – it feels pretty incredible when it starts to take effect.
And kind of weirdly bizarre – but in a really good way .
Sunday, January 23, 2011
DUBAI Local business owners have been meeting to plan a protest on Sparkpeople HQ, as revenues for their small business have been slowly dwindling over the past few months.
Abdullah Junblatt, local franchise holder of Chillis, an American based family restaurant explains more. “Mr David used to be one of our most regular customers. Many was the day he would call for our drivers to deliver a 3 course meal to his apartment for both lunch and dinner. Often this would be 2 or 3 or 4 times a week, every week, for months and months. I know his order like my own son's face – Classic Nachos, Half Ribs and Choc Chip Paradise Pie. Of course sometimes he would change but this was his standard. And now....”
The tears well up in Abdullah's eyes as he turns his face to me “And now I have a freezer full of half ribs, a fridge full of Paradise pies and a store room full of nachos and he doesn't call me anymore. Why? Why? And then I find out” he grits his teeth and spits out one word “Sparkpeople!”
Abdullah, as well as the owners of Solis Restaurant and Chow Meins Chinese have had their weekly revenues shattered as their most loyal customer has simply stopped calling.
Collectively, these 3 business owners have added a 2 bedroom extension to their home, purchased a 35 foot catamaran and funded at least one of their children's private educations with the consistent revenue generated by sales to this one loyal customer.
James Choi, manager of Chows, elaborates “How will I pay for the remainder of my beloved daughter Myrtles education without Mr David deliveries? He had us on speed dial – and now? Now he doesn't even remember who we are. I am ruined – RUINED I tell you!”
We contacted Mr David for comment, and asked him how he felt about the devastation he has caused to these once proud business men.
He responded as follows.
“Errr – ummm – I guess - sorry?”
Little comfort indeed to Abdullah and James.
This story is not over and we will update you should the situation change...although we doubt it will. We REALLY doubt it will.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
I have taken to getting angry at fatty carby bad food - not angry at myself for eating it but glaringly angry at that evil, sinister, fat producing, carb laden comfort food that looks at me with its neon EAT ME sigh flashing at me until I get mesmerised by it.
The first and second bite is bliss - its just like a big warm hug.
And then the guilt sets in - of course I am so swoony and aaaarrrghhh (picture Homer SImpson, donuts and a comatose look on his face as the drool drips down his chin - pretty ain't it) it doesn't make a big dent in my enjoyment.
But it's persistent and for a split second willpower starts barking at me.
So - I have a choice - finish it ornot. But if I just put it down and step away it'll still be smirking at me from across the room, winking at me like a $10 dollar hooker, promising a good time.
So - I have been taking a different approach.
I grab onto that lifeline that willpower is throwing me, lurch up off the lounge and walk - I have actually been known to RUN sometimes - to the trash can in the kitchen.
I jam the food down into that bin - not just a light toss on top because I have to admit I have on the odd occasion retrieved something after doing that (yes I admit it – Pizza) - but I push it deep down into the trashy grossness, making sure it is far enough down that it is no longer appealing to eat at all.
I then majestically rise, head help high, point my finger at the offending item, give it a nice-try-but-no-cigar look and say words not allowed to be typed here - lets just insert "Screw YOU!" and I will let you guess.
Because that little “dance” jolts me out of my eating coma I suddenly wake up and whilst yes I have eaten a little of something bad for me I actually feel good because I took control.
The secret is just for a split second steeling yourself and using that under exercised will power to get you to the trash can - from there its easy.
I have no problem with wasting food when its food that's evil and bad for me. None what so ever.
So yes - if you managed a visual of that - especially the part where I am standing tall and smug and pointy at the trash can - please feel free to call the crazy town police to get them over to my place.
No need for an address - just tell them to look for the guy who is yelling at the cupcake!
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