bigfoodiemama

On December 1st the Christmas season was thrust upon me with force, as, in the course of one evening, I attended my Dad's retirement village Christmas dinner, before leaving to make it down town to meet GASP and the boys to watch Santa switch on the lights in the local town and then heading home to settle down for the Late Late Toy Show. Talk about overload ! I woke up on Saturday, still moderately hormonal and considered the fact that our 14 year old artificial tree would have to be erected over the next week. This led to a mini internal revolt, where I decided I could not physically put the same decorations up AGAIN and that action would have to be taken. The tree always looked as if a 4 year old had decorated it, and people smiled at it thinking I had left the boys to it, but the truth is, it was usually decorated by me...the very unimaginative, non artistic me. Enough was enough ! I was determined that I would find some love for the tree again, so traipsed the boys off to the s...

The month after Christmas ( to the tune of T'was the Night Before Christmas) 'Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The stuffing I'd nibbled, the turkey I'd taste The yummies I'd eaten gone straight to my waist. The wine and the mince pies, the bread and the cheese I should have just said, "No thank you, please". So as I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt, I couldn't believe my bottom and belly - the girth! I said to myself, as only I can, "You can't spend the year disguised as a man!" So away with the last of the sour cream dip, Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip. Every last bit of food that I like must be banished 'Til all the additional ounces have vanished. I won't have a cookie, not even a lick. Instead I'll chew on a long celery stick. I won't have Irish coffees, or chocolates or pie, I'll munch on a carrot and quietly I'll cr...

Firstly apologies for taking so long to issue another blog. Decenber 2010 was a write off as I was sick, the kids were sick, the country froze and, to add insult to injury, Christmas was in December....honestly ! It is the second day of 2011,all are well, and today we gave out the last gift to GASP's godson..thank God !Apart from the fact that the tree is still twinkling in the corner, normal service has resumed, in that I am in my pyjamas ( new ones !), my heat holder socks ( genius) with a glass of Freeman's Bay Sauvignon Blanc in my hand, comtemplating if I should have a pizza or not....heaven ! For some normal service is suspended. The blonde is on crutches entirely due to the fact that she has rich friends. You see, she was in a house with marble floors, and slipped on exiting their facilities. Had she hung around with those of us with cheap carpet and wooden floors, her ankle would be intact , but that's the price you pay for posh friends. The FA is resting after a ve...