I know it all. I just can't remember it all at once - anon
Today's Food:
- Healthy Extras - 330ml 1% milk (a)
- 35g porridge oats (b)
BREAKFAST - porridge using HE (a) & (b), 1 tsp Sainsbury's half fat creme fraiche (makes it taste creamy!), 2 tsp granulated sweetener, 2 cups tea with milk from HE (a)
Total 0.5 syns
LUNCH - unexpected invitation to lunch at the pub :-)
The Castle . Chose roast chicken, no gravy, with stuffing, 2 small roast potatoes, steamed broccoli, mange tout, carrots, mashed sweet potato. Didn't eat the stuffing and not sure if the mash contained anything extra, but don't think it did, so have calculated 6 syns. Drinks were 1 pt diet coke, small glass red wine & black coffee. Thought of forgoing the wine but, keeping to my rules, it was allowed.
Total 10.5 syns
THROUGHOUT AFTERNOON - 1 cup tea with milk from HE (a), 1 cup fruit tea, low calorie squash
TEA/SUPPER - bacon, egg and tomatoes, low calorie squash, water
TOTAL SYNS FOR THE DAY - 11
I got very enthusiastic about starting this blog yesterday when I was gardening. All sorts of good ideas about what I would say, the subjects that could be covered, all the pearls of wisdom and words of advice that could be dished out, etc. Of course, when the opportunity arose to actually sit down and do it........... my mind went completely blank. Perhaps a little notebook hanging around my neck is the answer?? Or perhaps not, don't want to look like a
completely batty old woman.
Anyway, just to liven up the page and make it more interesting (?), here's a picture of me in 1947, two years after the end of the war (when nobody got fat) and the effects of sugar sandwiches, bread & dripping and condensed milk were beginning to show.
Not yet fat but definitely plump and the beginning of a lifetime of poor self-esteem, shyness and lack of confidence. I think the saving grace was that I wasn't big at self-pity so I bumbled along and accepted that how I looked was normal, I got by and I was generally happy.
During the sixties I got married, had children and it was taken for granted that pregnant women got fat and stayed fat and the only slim people were film stars and models (think Twiggy!). Then came the eighties, Jane Fonda, aerobics and diets, all of which embraced with much enthusiasm and my weight came down, went up, came down, went up, etc., etc. You get the drift. I gave up smoking but I couldn't give up the addiction of chocolate, cakes and biscuits. It was never my fault. It was always the fault of some bloke called Mr Will Power, who seemed to have very strong hypnotic influences over human beings.
And so you have it. It's taken me all these years to at last realise that
it is me and only me who decides what to put into my body and, to achieve any sort of goal/ambition/victory/career/love affair/house cleaning
effort has to be made.
Well, that turned into a bit of a ramble and wasn't even one of the ideas I had in the garden!
#Tip of the day: Eating cannot be managed whilst writing blogs
