Aussie Wordless Wednesday
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Isabel and Summer received these two dollies for christmas from their nanna Anne. That's my mum. Izzys is Gemima, and Summers is Esme(named by my mum). The dollies reside on the beds of their respective owners.
After a bout of gastro with Summer, a
leaky exploding nappy, and living in Summers cot, Esme came out second best. She didn't quite survive the wash and needed some running repairs.
Mum expressed when she bought them that they dollies should have a book to document their travels and adventures, what better place to do that than this blog!
|Watching Shrek with their engrosed(and tired) owners|
Sunday, January 27, 2013
This is a recipe that I have conjured up. It's a bit like a chow mein without the noodles, you could have it with noodles if you have them. I served it in a lettuce cup with some rice on the side.
2 garlic cloves, crushed
115 grams onion, diced
olive oil spray
500 grams veal mince
2 Tblsp curry powder
150 gr zucchini, diced
110 gr cabbage, sliced
100 gr carrot, halved and sliced into half moons
100 gr frozen peas
Spray a large saucepan or deep fry pan, with olive oil.
Saute onion and garlic for 2 minutes. Add mince and brown. Add rest of ingredients, give it a good stir. Cover and simmer for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.
I cook a cup and a half of brown rice with a diced onion, a teaspoon of cumin, a teaspoon of turmeric and a bay leaf. Remove the bay leaf before serving.
You could exchange veal mince for whatever mince you have.
I weighed the finished dish and then divided by 6. 1 serve was 1/6th of the total weight.
|Serves 6. 1 serve = 159 calories(just the mince curry and lettuce).|
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
It's been a week. Yesterday I weighed in, after my first wee, in the nuddy, as soon as I woke up. There was excitement and nervousness as I stepped onto my newly purchased scales. They had been a new novelty for the kids for the past week. Izzy had only seen one like this in nannas bathroom, we would goo and gaa in fascination when she stood on them. She has been pulling this one out and playing with it, but it's my turn now.
To tell the truth I had a go during the week, and found that I had lost a bit. I feel less bloated and just in one week, my pants have loosened just that little bit.
The biggest thing I have noticed and been making a conscience effort on is chewing my food! I am not sure if it is a mother thing, being busy and gutsing my food down quickly while I can, but I have been. I remember when I had Izzy and breastfeeding, I was starving, and would woof my food down. Maybe it's something I have carried with me.
I'm always reminding Brett to chew his food, that his stomach doesn't have teeth, because he eats like a bull at a gate. He is famous for being the first one finished although he does the most talking at the table(usually with a mouthful of food, which is totally grosse to watch!). I make sure I take my time, put the knife and fork down, and chew.
I was shocked too at how much I did pick. Cleaning up the highchair, Izzys plate, I had made myself a human garbage disposal. But not only that, when I was preparing food too. I check myself all the time now before my hand reaches my mouth!
"A diet is the penalty for exceeding the feed limit"
I am eating a lot more healthy, not so much packaged sweet rubbish, like biscuits or chips. I have given up sugar, and as a result coffee, and I am not buttering my bread or toast. I am eating heaps more fresh fruit and veggies. Still managing to fit in a few alcoholic bevos somewhere during the week in to my calorie count, I have to have some sort of vice!
I started last week at 75 kgs*. I don't know how but I weighed in at 69kg and lost 6 in this first week. Now it's gonna get harder, and I've got to do more walking.
*While I weighed in at 75kg last week, it was in the middle of the day, and I was clothed. Realistically, I should have done in the same conditions as I did yesterday morning. Possibly I could have been 74 kgs, whatever the if, I lost weight!!!
Monday, January 21, 2013
Brett started working and driving trucks for my brothers at the end of last year. They own the scrap metal recycling business my dad, Scrappy Joe, started in the late 70s. I am so proud of my Dad, he now lives a life of luxury, walking to the main street and back everyday and going to clearing sales here and there to keep busy. He is very well known and liked around the place.
When Brett came home from work and said he had something for Izzy, my only thought was, 'What the hell has he bought home this time?!'
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Now that I am on a diet, I have to calorie count everything. Every morsel I eat is weighed, measured, accounted for. This is one of the recipes I made for myself with the summer vegies I had on hand.
Ingredients Cals Kj
1 onion, chopped
125 gr capsicum, chopped
1 clove garlic, crushed
500 gr zucchini, chopped
200 gr green beans, chopped
400 gr tomatoes, chopped
1 tsp thyme leaves
2 Tblsp basil, torn
1/4 cup tomato puree
Saute onion and capsicum for 5 minutes in a large saucepan sprayed with oil.
Add rest of ingredients and simmer for 15 minutes.
Serve warm with meat or fish or on it's own with crusty bread.
The whole recipe added up to 340 calories. I weighed the finished dish and then divided that by 4 serves, so 1 serve was only 85 calories! I had it with a 100 gr piece of steak. I mixed some pasta through the ratatouille for the kids and Brett.
I have been posting some of my meals on instagram, if you would like to follow along, I have just started tagging with #onemotherdiet.
Linking in 2017! for #archivelove with Bloggers and Bacon
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
It was the tea time rush. Summer was crying. I pushed on with her on my hip, dishing up dinner for the four of us. I was getting flustered.
Call it an A-HA moment, or whatever. The thought of african babies, crying in desperate hunger, filled my mind. My heart sank with the feeling of heartache, of mothers having nothing to satisfy the hunger of their precious babies.
Everything seemed OK from that point on. I was much calmer in the knowing I had something to feed my wailing hungry baby. My stress became insignificant, at least I had food to put on our table......everything was going to be ok.