I’m Posting every week in 2011 (with the aim of daily…)!

I’ve decided I want to blog more.

Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting now.  I will be posting on this blog once a week (working up to daily!) for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful.  Therefore I’m promising to make use of The Daily Post, and the community of other bloggers with similar goals to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good-will along the way.



Reflections from a Red Head


I am not Wonder Woman…

I am not Wonder Woman. And I am not Super Woman.

I am not Wonder Woman

Okay, that’s an obvious statement, but that hasn’t stopped me acting like I was! Especially this year where I seemed to believe I was invincible. This year I have worked full-time, started writing again, started my blog, started blogging for another site, commenced volunteer work for 2 agencies, completed a 6 month leadership program in which we created a book, mentored and been mentored, travelled to the UK for a wedding, commenced looking for a new job, and visited Singapore, all whilst maintaining a house, relationships with my man, his kids, my dog, my family, my old friends, and my new friends, and my sanity. My health on the other hand…well.

I developed a niggling cough about 6 weeks ago, after a bought of gastro. No sore throat, no drippy nose, no fever. Just a cough and fatigue. The cough lingered for 4 weeks, taking on many variations. Dry. Tickl-y. Mucous-y. On the weekend before Christmas I sounded like a pack a day smoker. And then BAM! I woke up the next morning to glands larger than golf balls, and razor blades in my throat. That was when I realised I had better drag my ass to the doctor.

So, what’s the verdict?

It’s a ‘virus’. Yes, It’s always a ‘virus’. At least I was prescribed antibiotics. Now, I don’t generally condone the use of antibiotics, but I think my body needs all the help it can get at the moment.

And what have I learnt?

I think I need to remind myself I am actually human – regularly. Unfortunately, my body has had to do it for me this time round…

So much food, so little time

After a week and a half of Christmas celebrations and catch-ups, I am ready to boycott food!

The Weekend before Christmas

It all started with our road trip to see my Dad the weekend before Christmas. His partner is an amazing cook, and he’s not bad himself. We were welcomed with a barbecue – meat, meat and more meat, some champagne (beer for the boys), and a little salad. A lunch of gorgeous chicken rice followed the next day, with vinadaloo for dinner…mmmmm. Since the next day was Sunday, we had to honour Dad’s wishes of cooking us breakfast – so it was bacon, toast and eggs (fresh from the chicken coop), with tea.  I forgot how good fresh eggs tasted. Yummo!  Bypassing lunch, as our digestive systems were truly struggling with the intake of meat, we came to the reason we were there – to celebrate Christmas.  And this couldn’t be done without food – so we ate…turkey, veggies, gravy, and more champagne to celebrate of course.

Christmas Eve Eve

Rolling back home from Dad’s, we managed to eat lightly for a couple of days (although Denis did make his first attempt at glazing a ham – which turned out beautifully – damn him!) until Christmas Eve Eve was upon us.  This was when we celebrated Christmas with my partners kids (as we wouldn’t see them for Christmas), so he cooked up a lovely meal of gnocchi and salad – pasta is the kids favourite dish. Lucky for us Santa also visited us early that night!

Christmas Eve

I managed to escape any breakfast or lunch excesses on the 24th, surviving on a piece of toast and some left over gnocchi (which was a mistake, as my stomach reminded me for days!), and luckily avoided a huge dinner.  We had spent Christmas Eve with some of my partners family – where santa again visited, bless him – and fortunately had to leave before dinner was served.  The ham and salad sandwichI ate that night was welcomed by my stomach.

The 25th of December

All week I had tried to come to terms with the fact that we had to do both lunch AND dinner this year.  I had kept telling myself that this would make sure that I didn’t go too mad at lunch – I would pace myself. But Mum outdid herself as usual…chicken, turkey, pork, veggies, bread, gravy, trifle, pavlova, fruit mince pies, crisps, chocolate, cheese, crackers…to name but a few. Plus champagne.  I must give myself a pat on the back as I really didn’t go to mad at all. I was pleasantly content. And then dinner rolled around where we went to my Brothers house.  Roast beef! Plus pork, turkey, vegies, more gravy…but hold the champagne!  I managed a healthy sized serving (meaning nowhere near my typical sized serving), and sadly had to pass at the most gorgeous looking pavlova as I had to go back to Mum’s for – wait for it – pudding and custard.  Now that’s a tradition of Mum and I.  She always cooks me pudding and custard on Christmas night. Sometimes it seems like I am the only person in the world who east it, but it’s my little piece of comfort food that I have once a year.

The 26th of December

Boxing Day. Mum cooked us breakfast, and sent us on our way with a big bowl of trifle and a pack of fruit mince pies.  On all appearances driving home in the morning, it was the traditional ‘day of shopping’ for people in Perth, as cars were parked on median strips, verges, parks – everywhere. Luckily we got to avoid the shops, as we had more food to look forward to at my partners Uncles 70th birthday celebrations. Now, my partner is Anglo-Indian, and the typical food fare at his family gatherings is curry. I never actually ate curry before I starting going out with him, but I have discovered that it is truly addictive once you develop the palate.  I had planned not to eat at the party, but that was just plain stupid thinking.  On walking into his Aunt’s place, well, you could just smell the curry and biriani cooking. NOOOOOO.

The 27th of December

You would think by now that the celebrations would have ended, but we had been invited to an afternoon with some friends who had a pool, which turned out to be a fabulous idea since it was going to be 40 degrees celsius. Luckily I still fit into my bathing suit at this stage – and everyone was pretty much in the same boat – so it wasn’t too much of an embarrassment.  Some wonderful thinking by my friend, saw grilled vegetables served for dinner, with organic free range chicken, some prawns, bread, and corn on the cob.

The 28th of December

This brings me today. I feel like a beached whale, and have not even really been hungry, although I had to force myself to eat since I was giddy.  I must say that I’ve never relaxed so much at Christmas, diet wise, and it feels good (well – at the time). I’m back to work tomorrow which is probably a god send, as I will be distracted by work.

There’s only one problem…New Years celebrations are just around the corner!  It is at times like this I can see the benefit from living in a country where it is winter in December and January. At least it allows you to cover up all the excess blubber that you tend to put on over this period.

Taking stock

It’s always good to stop once in a while and take stock of your life…just to check that you are on the right track – or in case you need a change in direction.

I’m in the middle of this at the moment – or have been for the last few months.  I’ve decided I need a change in direction.

But instead of trying to do it ALL now – as clearly I am not Wonder Woman (even though I have tried and have now I’ve ended up with some weird viral infection) – I need to carry this over into the new year.  It needs to be placed into my ‘work in progress’ tray – whatever that ‘work’ may be (well – this blog is one of them!).

Or should I say that I am the ‘work in progress’?

How are you going?