Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Chasing my (fat) tail

I'm very fed up with myself and my weight. Since I started the Global Corporate Challenge walking event, it has actually gone UP 1 kg. I got to the point of starting a food diary last week, but who am I kidding. I know the rules, I know what I should and shouldn't be eating, and the reality is, I'm just eating too much of the wrong foods.

Well - I did set out today to purchase all the items on my list of `mediterranean' diet foods, which I had carefully constructed from a weeks meal plan downloaded off the internet. It does have a few weird items on it, as it came off an American website, so it has things like `crunchy granola' which I will substitute with bircher muesli, and arugula leaves, which I suspect are baby spinach and can get from my garden.
Off I trotted with my pink, wheeled trolley, walking from work like a good green citizen. I was feeling so green that I even bought my low fat yoghurt, light sour cream and ricotta from the organic stall at the market. I didn't buy my vegies there, though, they were just waaay too expensive. So all was going well until I reached my favourite deli to pick up a loaf of Phillipa's onion & olive bread and there was this really cute guy looking after the cheese counter. Inside the cheese counter was a huge round of a creamy blue vein, it was so creamy he was using a spoon to dig it out, and put it in little plastic ice-cream cups to weigh & pack.
Ahh bugger the mediterranean diet, I am now sitting happily at my keyboard with the little ice-cream cup of blue and some lovely water thin biscuits & the glass of obligatory red.....
and I'm happy :-)

Saturday, July 26, 2008


Well somewhere between this first photo and the last photo, taken on July 5th, winter arrived with a vengence.
The rain finally came and the dams are now back up to 30%. We could still do with more before summer, but after such a perfect autumn, it seems churlish to complain.
Rain brings such beauty. The mornings become misty and puddled, while soil softens underfoot. You can almost hear the slow swelling of new roots deep beneath the still barren trees.
The frosts bite. I've woken three times this month to the sight of ice across my new vegetable patch. The deep straw beds seem to be insulating the lettuce roots, they haven't frost burned yet. When I get into my car at 6.55am the digital dash beeps at me and flashes a sign "Warning: Risk of Ice" The first time it happened, I didn't know what to think! This week, when the ice warning beeped at me, I decided to try out the `tiptronic' gearing and pressed the snow button! I turned it off again when I got to the highway as the amount of traffic on the road had already dried and warmed the bitumen. There's been real snow up in the alps and we bear the brunt of winds blowing from the snow fields in the north down across the bleak city.