On Monday I signed up for a local weight loss challenge and got my sister to agree to join me. It is run by a very animated/somewhat excitable young lady who lost tons of weight herself and is now a runner. She seems to be a genuinely lovely person who really cares for the people that sign on to her course. Our course has 6 people of varying ages on it, we even have one man.
Ultimately she does this for a little money but mostly for the love of helping people. She makes almost no money from the course fees itself because of the gifts that can be won etc but seems to make her money from the Herbalife products she sells, but even then, she didn't insist anyone buy any. They are there on display and we have been told the benefits of substituting one meal with a shake. Its quite expensive, so I'm not sure I'll be going that route, however I am going to use the scale that measures the body fat you lose and what is only water loss and I will use the 6 km (3.7 miles) round trip exercise when I walk there and back. Also knowing that she measures you weekly, weighs you AND whoever gains has to pay a R15 ($1.69) forfeit....well for the next 3 months thats NOT going to be me. So the program will be good for me and just knowing that we weight in front of each other and calls out our weight loss to the rest is enough to help me stay true. No more free shortbread cookie with my coffee at the coffee shop.
Talking about coffee shops....today, after yesterdays heat and no rain again today (but at least slightly cooler day) my friend asked if I would go with her to the mall for coffee. She had a botox treatment this morning in the quest of stopping the permanent deep frown between her brows and hopes people will like her more. Nuts!!! People either like you or they don't....still, I don't have a deep frown between my brows so maybe I speak from a place of ignorance. Anyway, I joined her. Within a short time, my entire family waltzed in with each other..so we joined tables. AND HERE began the trust issue with old folk.
After coffee, my mother 79 years of age asked if I would mind driving home with her as she felt a bit strange. First things first, she turns out in front of another driver and can't understand why people are so rude with their horns.....
Despite my knowing that God must have a horde of guarding angels taking care of my mother behind the steering wheel, I decide to take over the driving.
I also feel the need to tell her that while I have no problem driving her home, I explain that I really need to get home because I was starving...having eaten my breakfast at the crack of dawn due to taking my dog to the vet early early early this morning. I didn't want to end up hungry at the vet and end up buying something from the vending machine.
No problem, she only needed to stop to one place to pick up her medicine.....though my stomach was rumbling, I still thought....I could do that.
OOOOOHHHHHHWEEEEEE old folks DO NOT tell the truth when it suits them
We went to the place for the meds and first stopped at the make up counter and had several colors tested on her skin before choosing one, then smiling sweetly we went on the the knee brace dept and tried on several different styles of braces till she found one that fitted comfortably. Next we trundled past the bath foams and by then I was feeling my stomach turning on itself from hunger. I walked over to the nuts counter thinking I'd buy a small packet of almonds to stave off my hunger....not today....only large packets left which cost a fortune. In the end I bought a 500ml bottle of water. Drinking the water made me feel sick on the stomach but I knew that at least something was in there. I finally got her out the store with a whiny voice.......which she seemed to work.
Once out on the road again, it was another "begging" session for me to please make a very quick stop at Pick&Pay supermarket. Ok so, I went into that with my eyes wide open. She hobbles on a cane...how quick could she be?
Myyyyyy worrrrrrd. First the fruit and veg dept...then the toiletries dept then the tinned foods isles and then when I finally thought I was going to throw up on my shoes I threatened to leave her behind!!! That seemed to do the trick, because she went straight out to the check out counter.
I could have bought something to eat there since they do have sandwiches, fruits, cold meats etc but I had my heart set on a chicken feta salad so I waited till I got home and finally got to eat my
It just goes to show how one doesn't die from delayed meals, rumbling stomachs etc.
And now all thats left to do in my day is walk to the post office to post off Axel's gift and the BMW dealership to buy some parts to take to the repairman. This walk is only .9km (.5 mile) but every bit helps and the heat will hopefully make it double in distance lol.