End of 2012…MOD and Obesity
It is the end of 2012… but not the end of the world, not yet. The solstice came and went, along with a slew of conspiracies and mixed expectations, and now I welcome the New Year, with its secrets and challenges.
I am doing something new, for this is the journal of My Journey to Healthy and Happy. I have a Plan that is hatching as I go… and a little sign that says Live the Life You’ve Imagined.
My many years of struggle with obesity (I will say it like it is), has come to a most spectacular place. This is the most I have ever weighed. Huge. So I have made a plan and I have asked for help. It is a good step I have taken. I now have a support team who, happily, agreed to let this Plan be openly and selfishly all about me. The team comprises my friend and assistant Kathy O and my ‘son’ JB, (he adopted me:) who is my personal trainer in the pool with oodles of noodles…and my arms are beginning to feel it already after two days.
These friends allow me ramble and they exercise with me and we all have a good laugh. It is so encouraging. I cannot thank them enough for agreeing to help me. No, I am not an island. They have taken photographs of me in my bathing costume, (I smiled and fooled around but I am not looking forward to seeing those pics) recording the momentous occasion marking my Grand Intention. Weights and measure have all been recorded and saved.
Why am I doing this?
If you eat 6 chocolate sweets, have two helpings of food, drain your wine glass in order to refill it and then have a large bowl of ice cream, with another chocolate afterwards, you would know why you are fat, yes? I saw this in a friend and then I saw it in myself. It was very sad and also quite an epiphany. We were living in denial and acting mindlessly. I saw how we were clinging to our many, various diet books, spouting information on great ways to lose weight, the nutritional value of foods, the protein carb discussion, the newest diet discovery. Our clever minds were filled with information overload and yet with years of reading and research, trials, tribulations and failures, we were still (I will say it again) obese. Still struggling. Still stuffing our faces and getting more and more stressed and upset about our weight.
This experience got me thinking very deeply and the only thing I could think of to do to help myself and hopefully others in my position is to blog an honest journey on this road I’m travelling, while I face myself. Face facts and deal with them honestly, as best I know how.
I have devised an eating plan – MOD – My Own Diet. I would urge any and every overweight person to do the same. Make it up from good information, good sense and your own desires. Work your favourites into your daily life. As I go along on this Blog, my discoveries will be written up here.
My exercise routine includes exercising in the water – weightless what bliss! A full massage as I run and leap like a ballerina in the water. The second exercise is in a chair. Yes, seated exercises for the obese, the frail, the disabled, the recuperating, for the office and even the lazy. Ask Aunty G (Google) and go to YouTube where you will find a plethora of wonderful little exercise snippets from a few minutes to nearly an hour. Yoga in a chair is lovely. There are even seated Sun Salutations a-plenty. Because of these chair exercises, I actually did some exercise today on my day off and it feels good.
So the first step of the Plan has made its appearance. Today is the first day of the Journey.
Step 1: Make up your own MOD then Ask for Help and Share your Plan
Next: The Food Plan
African Meanderings…
What bliss. Two weeks exploring another part of our southern tip of Africa. Our beautiful country. I am off to my brother in Cape St Francis and will be seeing my closest friend for 50 years. Oh my soul! That does look weird on paper…
So looking forward to this…
I probably won’t be blogging for the next two weeks, but I will keep a diary of our African Meanderings and put it on the blog when I return.
Happy Holidays!!!…
Left-overs on a hot day in Africa…
Breakfast was spent in blissful air-conditioning in the kitchen with our friend Ben from Walkerville in Jozi. He has an affinity with animals (he and his lady have 8 horses and 7 dogs) and our two dogs just adore him. Mila the blonde golden retriever/border collie cross was in heaven as he threw ball after ball for her, while Tessa, our black labrador/ridgeback cross lay at his feet while he idly stroked her tum. Happy scene. happy dogs:)
Back to breakfast.
When morning broke I found myself in the mood for flapjacks. They are also called griddle cakes, and in America they are pancakes.
Flapjacks ~ Quick recipe: (This was enough for 3 hungry people)
1 cup cake flour
2 tsp baking powder
1 egg
3/4 cup milk
1 Tbs cold-pressed sunflower oil (or melted butter)
Mix all together thoroughly.
Brush non-stick pan with oil or butter and drop tablespoonfuls of batter into hot pan, wait for bubbles to appear, turn over for a few seconds and pop into warming oven (or on to a plate, covered with a tea towel)
Serve with butter and golden or maple syrup.
And left-overs…
We had the flapjacks with a hash of left-over boerewors (farmer’s sausage) sliced up with chopped up bacon and sliced cooked baby potatoes all fried up together. That was accompanied by creamy scrambled eggs and garlic chives. A feast it was.
Balmy night in Africa…
…and the frogs are making such a noise that we have to speak loudly to be heard! The weather has been in the early 40s today and I have slept for most of that. Air con and fan and I was away after a full night of partying and music and food. Actually, I think it was more than that. It was all the previous weeks of heartache knowing that huge changes are about to happen and some of the old ways have to give way to a new life. From a 4 bedroom to a 2 bedroom with no garage and no pool (yet) and from our beautiful lapa/living room to no lapa at all. The kids will miss that just as much as we will. All the wonderful hours we spent on that stoep talking deep into the night. the times when Lana threw a rubber ball at a frog and found her target:)
We will miss those times, but we will be making new memories.
I am looking forward to 2012 with all its possibilities. By December we should at least have the basement part of our new house…my part:) I am the one who wants an earth lodge and Fredl, my husband wants the 360 degree view from the top. We live on the top of a mountain range, so there is much beauty around. I want the basement/earth lodge part for safety and energy efficiency…so we will have both.
We are giving up something of our old ways to realise new dreams. I am 62 in December and feel as if this is a totally new phase coming up. It is exciting and filled with hope and dreams…just like when I was 20, or 30…or 40…
Much to ponder…
Last Night at the Restaurant…
Sleepy time gal…
…when all your dancin’ is thruuuuuuu…sleepy time gal, we’ll build a cottage for two. I am off to bed to go and dream of where to put my beautiful Oregon pine stairs to end up in the Above Ground part of the Farmhouse. Sweet dreams…
Green Stuff Blog entries…
Heirloom Seeds….
Baby spinach in my salad…
The tomato plants are strong and the leeks are reaching for the sky. Lovely stuff.
Today was spent weeding and putting down compost. The pavement garden is putting on its beautiful mantle and will soon be filled with purple and white flowers. This part of the garden is in the North corner and these are the feng shui colours for this area. Also gold, silver and blue. The wild sage with its purple flowers is a beautiful addition. Their new growth has started and so we will prune the old stems to allow for the lush rebirth.
The new seedlings arrive next week. Red lettuce, friseé, Italian parsley, pansies, violas, violets – all for our beautiful salads. The basil is ready for the pesto and we shall be planting new chili seeds next week for the chili coriander pesto.
Growing your own herbs and vegetables must be one of the most rewarding things to do.
Grow babies grow!
Planted our first for autumn…
Vegetables among the roses…
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Off to the farm…
I shall be taking a few cuttings to the farm so see how they fare with little water and perhaps a lot of mist. There is much to be done there but this weekend it is a true rest time for us. Just one night to visit the mountains and breathe in the fresh cool air.
Full moon was gorgeous in the beginning of the evening but clouds came and covered the Lady and only her golden glow gave her presence away.
Have a good weekend in the light of the moon. I send good energies to all. Especially in Japan.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Growing a Fence and Digging a Trench…
Lettuces and Roses…
Preparations for 2012…
This is a collection of my blog entries that I am moving to this website blog. There will be new ones to come!
Marloe’s preparations for 2012
Farming and growing organic vegetables
Any other ideas out there? Share them with pleasure.
That is today’s subject. Let’s imagine we are under siege and safely underground with all our provisions, even our games, cards, pictionary and of course scrabble and a really big old dictionary. But now we are three months down the line and not just a little bored, and the radiation metre says not yet, so no horse riding today. Now what?
Take up a hobby that takes up little space. Jewelry, painting, sculpture (you brought along the plaster of paris, shoe box and tape, didn’t you? Oh – and of course – water…hmmmm. Maybe the sculpture will have to wait. But wait! Make up some papier mache pulp in advance and keep it in sealed plastic ice-cream cartons. I could even make up some plaster of paris blocks before hand. Which is when I wonder? Before hand?…beforehand? How long is before?
Will it won’t it, will we won’t we? Whichever way the poles shift, or the sun brightly burns, preparedness is key to survival in any emergency. Girl scout me be.
Lists are all well and good, but doing is the thing. I am going to take a leaf out of Flylady’s book (if you haven’t discovered the joy of flylady.net please go and visit this site). She is the doyenne of de-clutter and organisation. 15 minutes a day to de-clutter, set the timer. And now a new 15 minutes – to collect survival equipment and foods and store it all very well.
And don’t forget the jewelry making kit, or your favourite games.
Any ideas for fun underground are most welcome. I will add them to the final lists.
Water. I keep thinking of water. Imagine you suddenly hear on the news from NASA you have 12 hours to get to your safe place. Stormy solar flare is on its way. Is there enough water in the shelter? Food, emergency equipment, crank handle radio, gas, matches and quite a bit more? How will we conserve the water and still have enough to keep us hydrated. Strange thought, water.
I suppose the reason I am starting this blog with water is because we need it even more than food – and the water tanks need to go under the house in the ground – before we start building the rest of this magic home in the hill.
Waterless soap. That anti-bacterial stuff. Not always a good idea to do the anti-bacterial thing though – we like good bacteria – but it could save a little on water. Imagine trying not to wash your hands too often? A damp cloth will have to do…a jammer lappie. A sorry cloth. Sorry there isn’t any running water.
This is quite spooky really. Will we ever be ready? Is your shelter close to your home? Mine is in the mountains – or it will be! First there are the plans to be finished. There are many different ways to design an underground home, and ours is going to be built into the side of a hill on our farmette (read “small farm”). It is two hours drive from our home in the bushveld, and who knows where we will be on that fiery day!
One thing I do plan is that we will have finished our hobbit house in the hill. I also know that while planning, life happens! This is not to be some temporary disaster shelter, but a dwelling we shall enjoy for the rest of our lives, however long or short that may be. To that end, I am looking everywhere for good ideas. I am also extremely glad I am married to a civil engineer who knows his concrete.
Concrete. Now that’s not a very environmentally friendly product, but I am told it’s the best idea in a solar storm – with 3 feet of earth above it – and big strong doors – blast valve? Is that the name? Well, something truly strong enough to protect us, designed for disaster.
As long as the internet is working, I shall be gleaning as much info as I need. Then to find the right products and equipment. Now there’s a long list of hitherto unknowns!
What if there is no electricity for a long time? Well, we will have to get ingenious won’t we? I have been longing to live a permaculture driven life redolent with the fragrance of lavender and rosemary, growing my organic vegetables and milking the sheep (sheep’s milk is more easily digested than both cow and goat, really), collecting my free range eggs and singing in the hills while my solar panels collect energy for me and the wind turbine whirls away in the sometimes high winds of the mountains in Limpopo. I might have to wait a while for some of it, I might not. Perhaps the sullen sun decides to chill a bit instead of spitting radioactive fireballs at us. Anything is possible. However, whatever will come, I aim to be a good girl scout and guide my family and friends to preparedness.
When the horse gets to the water, will it drink?
We are back to the water again. There are very serviceable water tanks out there and I aim to get me some. Water in a tank buried under the dwelling, with a hand pump and some water purification drops. I can just see that ol’ style pump in my kitchen…well, where else? I am certainly not going outside to fetch water if there is a Solar Katrina whipping up a frenzy out there!
Grey water. Another tank under the ground with pipes that lead from wash up to a drip irrigation in an indoor greenhouse with grow lights. I can’t think of any other way to have fresh vegetables while under siege from the sun…and polar shifts, magnetic flips and maybe even flying trees and roofs… and an earth mother gone mad.
The survival lists are growing. I will share them in this blog as I go along. The true challenge is staying in the now while plotting and planning for a possible earth shattering event. My need in the now is to de-clutter big time in order to live a simplistic life with only that which serves us well, whether the cataclysm comes or not.
Any thoughts and ideas on water storage are most welcome…and I shall share any interesting links as we go along.
http://www.rainharvest.co.za/2010/05/26/how-to-choose-a-water-tank/
Water Food and Fun
New singers…
What a different sound from two young men from here in Phalaborwa. I think they are Sotho but they sing mellow English songs they write themselves. Mendy and Picasso are two very likeable young men and make a very nice duo. Only one acoustic guitar and two gentle voices. They are singing for the wine tasting tomorrow. A new platform for them.
I will keep you posted...
New Blog New Day New Start
What a lovely day! Tomorrow we close the restaurant for good but will have art exhibitions two or three times a year. It gives me something concrete to work towards as regards my art. What fun:)
2012 is for the farm – for eco-building, painting and organic growing. I am so looking forward to this much written about year, preparing for a new life.
The design for the Hybrid home on the farmette in the mountains is taking shape. It has gone through so many changes already but I see it as a necessary process. It will no doubt change some more before it is truly finished. F wanted a home above ground and I wanted an earth shelter, so we compromised. We will build the above ground and the earth shelter – all in one. As soon as we have a working plan I will post it here. The lovely SmartDraw programme gives me hours of fun.
On to a day filled with promise. Two young men are coming to audition to sing at tomorrow’s farewell wine tasting at the restaurant/art gallery. Marilda and I shall be doing our bits as well, so it is to be party night!
Oh frabjous day – calloo callay….
