Ok, so it may have been a little while since I posted.
Ok, so it may have been something like NINE months since I posted.
What are you going to do? Sit and whine at me? Moan at me about starting things and never finishing them? Who are you, my mother?
So I’m sorry. Can I lie and say that things have been SO hectic that it has been virtually impossible to find the time to sit at my laptop and type out a missive?
Enough already of the guilt trip, I shall detail the happenings (as far as I can remember them) of my life since last July.
Probably the biggest thing is that we’re now Australian citizens. Yes, we managed to convince the Powers That Be that we would be a worthwhile addiction to the Australian nation and next thing we knew we were singing ‘Australians all let us rejoice, for we are young and free…’ in front of the mayor and assorted ne’er-do-wells. Of course the next thing we knew after that, we were stuck in a lift for 2 hours trying to decide which of us would make the ultimate sacrifice and become our food source. Yes, we all piled into a lift, all 8 of us, sure we’d be fine because the lift quite clearly said ‘Limit 9 People’. It also said ‘Weight limit 600kg’ but we took no notice of that one. We were probably only over by about 200kg… the lift didn’t like it, it stopped mid floor and we had to wait for the engineer to come from the bottom of the mountain to reset the controls.
I, for one, was convinced that the moment we got out of the lift that the mayor would whip away our citizenship certificates (and possibly the plants too – thank God for the plants! Their valuable source of oxygen was all that kept us from collapsing!) and tell us to leave the country immediately, but instead we were offered cold drinks and free vouchers to Scenic World (because when you’ve just been trapped in a confined space for 2 hours you obviously want to risk getting stuck hanging from a cable car over an immense gorge too)
So here we all are, immediately after becoming citizens, clutching our plants (we obviously knew how vital they would be later that evening)
There is a distinct air of stunned mullet about all our faces, I don’t think we could actually believe we’d managed to blag our way into another country. The plants were well rewarded for their life saving qualities. I believe I put them out in the jungle.. er.. garden at some point. Still in their little pots. I guess the chances are that they’re either thriving or.. not.
In other news, my last blog entry was about the medical mystery which was Himself’s broken finger. As I mentioned (and the x-rays proved) he’d done a right proper go of it. He had ENDLESS trips down to the hospital for physio and to see the consultant, but he managed to avoid any need for surgery (hurrah!) and although he still can’t bend it properly (that’ll be because he didn’t keep doing the exercises) and it twists off to one side (because the only way to correct that would be to operate on his finger, shaving a big chunk off one side of the bone… not something he fancied) it is sort of all fine. Sort of. It’s not like it’s an important finger though so that’s all good It has given him another Australian war wound to add to the giant scar on his hand when he took on the ceiling fan in our very first month in Australia so that’s cool too.
What else has happened?
We had a month long visit from Himself’s mother (she was here for the citizenship ceremony). We survived that
James graduated from High School – I now have no children in school, it’s very sad. He’s always said he wanted to do engineering… gets on an engineering course… first day he decides he doesn’t want to do engineering now, thank you very much, he’d like to do … … accountancy. Not a big change there at all! Unfortunately, he couldn’t swap onto a relevant course so now he has to wait until second semester. I’m kind of thinking that he possibly just fancied another six months off… but those are mean thoughts. Possibly accurate, but mean all the same.
I’m also about half way through a certificate IV in Book keeping, with a view to having a formal qualification for all the stuff I’ve been doing for the last 20-odd years. I’m also looking at starting up a business offering administration and book keeping services to small businesses, so we shall see how that goes. Exciting times (hopefully not exciting times in the manner of the Chinese curse)
Weight loss… ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I really need to stick at it. :::munches another Lindt Lindor Choccie.. well it is Easter::: I did really well last year, I did a session of Curves Complete (diet plan and exercise) and lost 6kg. I’ve possibly put about 5 of those back on. To be fair (get ready for the ‘it’s not my fault’ excuse) it’s not completely my fault. The biggest thing I found that helped me lose weight was increasing my mobility. Part of the plan was to achieve 10,000 steps a day. This meant that I couldn’t just sit on my arse all day and just do half an hour on the treadmill.. I HAD to get up and move around, jog on the spot making cups of tea, walk around the house etc. Unfortunately, at the beginning of the year I aggravated my old knee injury from the Post Office. Although I can walk on it for short periods, I can’t put weight on it when it’s bent – so going up and down stairs is a nightmare and I’ve been avoiding going to Curves because I’m scared I’m going to make it worse.
But no more.
I really need to stop kidding myself and get rid of this weight. So, I’m going to do an 80km in April challenge and I’m also supporting a friend who’s doing a 10kg weight loss in 10 weeks challenge (supporting her by trying to lose that too) We’re going on holiday at the end of June (an entire week! In Cairns! How exciting!) and I’d like to under 90kg by then. And fitter. So, big push to get myself motivated again because I know I CAN do it.
I have done an exercise tracker and a weight tracker for the two challenges, I just need to work out how to get them on my blog
I may be some time!