I have a terrible confession to make: for all of my harping on over the years about how fad foods make me angry, I’ve succumbed to probably the worst fad of all – a fad diet. That’s right folks, I’ve gone ahead and started up one of those lame shake diets where you replace food with something that is essentially flavoured baby formula. Yum.
Back when I first started this blog, I had also started to get serious about losing weight. First, I just jumped on the treadmill. Later in the year, I signed up for the Michelle Bridges 12WBT challenge. By the end of the 2013, I had lost 14 kilos and was at a healthy BMI for the first time in my adult life.
After a horror 2014 and a 2015 that has been dogged with a severe lack of motivation, I have managed to gain back almost all of that weight. Sure, I have made a few lame attempts here and there to get back on track, but they never stuck, most likely because I haven’t been in the right frame of mind.
It’s reached that time of the year where goals generally fall by the wayside. Thankfully, I think I’ve done pretty good, and the most important ‘resolution’ I had was to get myself back to a healthy place emotionally so I could function like a normal human being again.
The good news is that I think I can check that off the list! The anxiety hasn’t entirely gone away — and it probably never will — but now that I’m a pro at noticing the symptoms I can get on top of it before it gets on top of me.
So, sticking with the mushy, sappy feels theme I’ve got going for this post, read on to learn more about all the exciting and awkward things that happened to me in March, and how those things made me feel.
Tonight, as I was preparing dinner, I felt something that I haven’t felt in a long time. I even got a little angry about it — angry enough that I’m now about to write my first rant since July last year — and it’s about something as boring and asinine as what I am cooking for dinner.
Well, another weekend is behind us, and that means I am overdue sharing with you all what is on the menu at my place this week!
2014 was meant to be my year. I had so much to look forward to — a new business that was starting to gain traction, a possible media career, a new home, and, of course, a new addition to the family. Except all of those things ended up being tainted in some way.
The business failed, the media career never happened, the move to the new house drained us of our remaining savings and Katelyn spent her first week of life in NICU. On top of that, my Grandma passed away, my Grandad has been diagnosed with cancer, both my parents have their own health concerns and I have managed to go up two dress sizes four months after giving birth. Oh, and unsurprisingly I was also recently diagnosed with Postnatal Depression.
So much for 2014 being my year, huh?
Still, I’m not going to let all of this crap define me. I have sucked up my pride and booked an appointment with a counsellor to help me work through my anxiety over Katelyn. Each day I force myself to get out of my pyjamas and take the kids for a walk around the block. I’m no longer ending each day with a glass (or four) of wine. I even forced myself to go along to a raid with Navimie on Sunday, despite spending the whole time anxious that I would stuff up and wipe the group.
I have been told that all of this is a very good start. Yay me! So, even though I now have such a negative mindset that I feel like there’s no point in planning anything because it will all just turn to shit regardless, I’m going to set myself some goals to aim for in 2015.