Monday, 14 May 2012

A perfect 10, then the work begins

My Grandma would be proud!

I finished my "perfect 10" rows of knitting colours and tonight began my scarf creation.

What do you think??


I now understand how women of the elder generation have arthritis in their hands: knitting is bloody hard work! 

Must Google "hand exercises" ahead of tomorrow night's session....

Saturday, 12 May 2012

Lured by a bogan bride and a 80kg dress...

This week I had to work on a trade stand at a nation-wide conference for work, liaising with stakeholders, giving away copies of our publications, etc.

Initially I thought this would be a great opportunity to work on my 10 "perfect" coloured knitting lines (which Grandma said I need to do before I move to my actual scarf) but at the last minute left it out of the baggage thinking to myself "Monday is setting up the stand, and Tuesday/Wednesday is working it, so Like I'll have time.."

Wrong

My colleague and I were told to be at the venue for 7am Monday morning as the furniture for our stand would be delivered between 7am and 12pm and we HAD to be there to meet it.

Yeah, our furniture arrived at 4.30pm.

In addition to that, the organisers cut off the power to the booths so I couldn't even do some work remotely which was also a pain in the ass.

To combat some of the boredom, my colleague bypassed a newsagent on her way back from a coffee run and came back with a Woman's Day.

Now we'd been discussing various things we've given up over the years due to dietary conditions (me) or lifestyle changes (her) but I didn't really know how to explain giving up gossip mags to her so chose to ignore it.

I picked at my nail polish, wandered around the different booths, stepped out for some lunch but then saw a photo which broke my control...

The ugliest tiara and wedding dress you have EVER seen.

This idiot of a 25-yr old girl had been planning her "dream wedding" since she was 10 and it involved a 4kg tiara of love hearts, an eight tier castle wedding cake and an 80kg wedding dress.

Yep, you read correctly, her dress weighted 80kg

And judging by the amount of mascara she had on, her eyelashes weighed about 80kg too.

I'm a sucker for all wedding-related things, but especially trashy "my big fat gypsy wedding"-esque weddings so I gave in and read the article, mostly so I could find some hint of a disorder that would explain the marital mess.

So I technically went against my "giving-up" but avoided all entertainment/Hollywood related gossip....

That's not really failing right??

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Knitting away the hours....

Ok so it's taken my 6 days to get into this month's challenge, but there's a very good reason for that:

I had to wait for my Grandma to come visit me.

Taking-up: Knitting
People believe that your ability to do certain things is dependent on how well your parents do something. As an example, a number of up and coming rugby league players have fathers who were also successful in the field, musician's children tend to quite excel with music, and we all know about the familial six-degrees-of-separation that happens in Hollywood.

The women in my family are quite creative and crafty. My mother and aunts can sew with the best of them, knit, mosaic, paint, do ceramics, and let's not forget, make their own home-made cheese and yoghurt. They inherited these abilities from my grandmother and their mothers (for my aunties through marriage - they're also particularly handy!)

I've also noticed that my female cousins tend to have some aptitude in some - not all - of the above skills and have employed them at some point during their lives thus far.

I think I was adopted.

I can't sew, I stick more tiles to myself than the design when mosaic-ing, my painting could be outshone by a four year old and I struggle to make consistently decent cakes so it's safe to say cheese is way, way outside my skill level.

I received a 'D' in year 7 Design & Technology when we had to make an apron: I told my parents that clearly my teacher shouldn't be teaching if she thought her work was only worth a 'D' since she did most of it herself.

To prove that I can mix it with the rest of the fam' I've decided to take up knitting this month and after a couple of glasses of wine, sat down with my grandmother - under the dubious glances of my mother, aunty, husband and father - and began to re-learn the basics.

Five hours later over both Friday & Saturday nights, and this is what it resulted in:



Not bad for a first attempt right? My ultimate goal is to knit a full scarf but I'm not allowed to start on the "good wool" until I've mastered 10 rows of the coloured stuff without a mistake....

This could take longer than a month.

Giving-up: Gossip Mags / Entertainment news
I'm slightly ashamed that on any given day I could probably tell people more about what's going on in Hollywood than in my own country. Ok, that may be an exaggeration, but I am more inclined to read 'Who", "New Idea" and "Marie Claire" instead of "The Australian" "Financial Review" and "Time."

It's not because of some dream to look like the people on the cover - nothing is worth exercising four hours a day, six days a week and living on lima beans and wheatgrass for - or because I necessarily want their lifestyle (though the thought of a chauffeur does appeal slightly)

I just find the whole concept of Hollywood and life in the public eye fascinating.

How could I cope with my photo being splashed across the pages of magazines with "bulimic" next to it one day and "next-patron of Weight Watchers?" the next? Would I like to see pics of me getting the morning paper / loaf of bread / carton of milk, being the #1 trending topic on Twitter?

So in an effort get more locally-focused - and to save some cash - I'm giving up on buying, reading or looking at anything gossip mag-related.

I'm not including those apparent 'reality' mags - That's Life! and Take 5 - as since my month of entering competitions, I've become quite fond of doing all their puzzles.

Plus, hubby would have withdrawals if there were no puzzle books in the house!

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Foody Fitness

Where has April gone??? I can't believe my month of baking and bootcamp is over already.

I can honestly say I'm now in a routine as far as morning exercise goes, so much so that I dri got out of bed at 5.45am today to do a morning workout even though I'm travelling for work.

I can also report that the exercise I have undertaken - both prior and during April - made my first game of netball for the year much less painful than it could've been.

Maybe the trainers from "The Biggest Loser" are on to something with their "exercise is god" mantra??

Cooking wise, I fully appreciate with added feeling how hard it would've been for my mum - and parents more widely - to cook a variety of filling, healthy home made dinners and lunches each and everyday, in a time when not everything came in a jar.

Hugs to you Mum!!

I did reasonably well I think, whipping up a motsa of dips, cakes, sauces, marinades and over two litres of pumpkin soup, but must admit I didn't push my culinary boundaries too far.

It did inspire me to do more from scratch though and may use my unwitting visitors coming this weekend as my guinea pigs, after they teach me my skill for May of course :-)

Watch this space for the details!

Monday, 16 April 2012

When your nipples could cut glass...

Hmm if only I was covered in fur and resembled a Polar Bear - maybe then this blasted cold weather wouldn't make it so incredibly difficult to stay on track with my PT sessions.

You know you agree with me: it's hard to be motivated to go out first thing in the morning and get your exercise on when it feels like the ends of your lady lumps could be used by career criminals to break into jewellery store display cases without leaving a mess.

It also doesn't help when, once the alarm goes off, hubby rolls over sticks his arm out and asks innocently: "cuddles?" Especially when he's body temperature is always at a toasty 37 degrees.

Still, I tried to persevere though admittedly last week I spent more time jogging / power walking than focusing my efforts on targeted PT bits and pieces. So this morning I thought I'd get back in to it , and after a brisk 5 minute walk around the block, wandered out into my front yard with my little purple weights, and bright green toning band ready to wave bye bye to the banana wings.

At this point I should note I have no fence around my house and as many of you know my house is actually a unit so my efforts are being broadcast to anyone else stupid enough to be out in an almost-winters morning at 6am.

I lasted about 15 minutes by the standing still pumping my arms and lunging to the ground wasn't really holding my interest (honestly, does it hold anyone's?) so finished with a jog around the block.

Still wanting to get into the PT habit,  I've decided to actually start using a PT 'game' (for want of a better word) I brought for the PS3 sometime last year. Called "My Fitness Coach Club" it promises to be "THE perfect place to create tailor-made training sessions," and I will have my own personal coach with me every step of the way.

I don't care if it is essentially make-believe, if my coach is some bobby, blonde with pert boobs, no waist and a butt to die for, I may throw the controller through the TV.

Though isn't that what I'm essentially striving for?


Monday, 9 April 2012

Catering for the Masses

Happy Easter everyone!!

In an attempt to truly live up to my "avoiding jars and packets" pledge this Easter, I wanted to make home-made Easter eggs for the seven people we have visiting us this year, and have a bit of a decorating day on Good Friday: hubby nixed that idea immediately.

Instead, I turned my sights to catering for a day-long picnic or 'grazing' session as I like to call it, whipping up some turkish-inspired dips to take along to the park with us, however it seemed sensible to buy the french sticks to cut up to go with them as opposed to trying to bake one myself!

So the Thursday before the troops arrived I had the day off work and spent the better part of four or so hours turning my kitchen into a cooking-inspired construction site as I roasted, grated, sliced, diced and pureed my way through eggplants, carrots & beetroot for the three beautiful looking dips you see below: Beetroot Dip, Baba Ganoush & Carrot Dip


I should also mention 1 actually making the Tahini paste for my Baba Ganoush from scratch too, so there were sesame seeds everywhere at one point.

Not only were the dips a hit with the adults - the kids really just preferred butter on their bits of bread - they've lasted for three days and taste just as good as they did on day one!

I think I may be on to a winner here :-)

Thursday, 5 April 2012

Working out from Scratch

This month is all about getting back to basics and starting things from scratch, however neither activity actually appears on my list of vices and experiences: they both came to me during the last month and like most people, when I find out about something new, I'm impatient to try it.

Giving-Up:  Cooking from jars and packets
This is all about embracing my inner Masterchef. I'm never been particularly enamoured with cooking, but over time I've found myself pushing my boundaries and trying things a little bit more: it helps when hubby is a willing guinea pig.

In doing so though, I've always felt a little guilty that when the recipe calls for thinly sliced vegetables, julienne carrots or similar, instead of preparing the vegies myself, I always reach for the frozen already-prepared variety. True, I'm a relatively busy woman who doesn't always have time to prepare things properly, plus frozen vegies are proven to have just as much nutritional value as fresh ones, but there's still that niggling voice in the back of mind that says "you cheated."

So, this month my mission is to abandon the jars of sauces, packets of vegies and cartons of stock when cooking and make them all myself. Yes, it has been mentioned to me I could avoid this all by just having meat and three veg every night but that seems a tad boring.

I started out straight away, making a red wine jus to go with a (admittedly slightly over-cooked) rib eye fillet for Sunday night dinner, the results of which are below: not a bad first go if you ask me!



Taking-Up: Personal Training
Now, I'm not going to be going to a personal trainer, but I've seen so many Facebook posts from friends who are undertaking their own PT sessions that I felt inclined to give it a go, taking inspiration from the circuits I used to do when I DID see a trainer a few years ago.

Plus, I start netball in three weeks and I'm not feeling as fit as I'd like.

I started bright and early Monday morning with the following circuit:


  • Brisk 5-minute walk around the block to warm up
  • 60 jumps with a skipping rope
  • 10 standing push-ups
  • 10 lunges per leg
  • 30 arm pumps with weights per arm
  • 10 sit ups
I did four lots of each before finishing with 10 minutes of stretching.

I felt good once I'd finished, ready and willing to start the day though hubby has suggested that next time I skip I do it away from our bedroom window.

I didn't feel so good the next day though!