I thought about it once or twice, but then realised that the swimming carnival wasn't going to plan itself, nor were my Oztag State Cup rep team going to accept the fact that I had to sit at the computer, over training before we head away in 2 weeks time. Also that the kids (selfish little bastards) weren't going to run the shit show of cooking and cleaning themselves, no commitment from those two.
Oh life how I love you…
I truly do and for once I am not being sarcastic.
Today I type about feeling blessed. Blessed that I have a job that requires me to stay up late planning. Blessed that I have my health and fitness to be chosen to play in a State Cup Rep team and truly blessed for my special little family who make my life have purpose.
I write this entry knowing that someone who has always inspired me by her zest and pep for life isn't probably feeling that blessed at the moment, thanks to a little assh*le thing called Cancer. If Cancer was a person I would walk up to it and punch it straight in the balls and finish them off with a roundhouse kick to the d*ck.
The person that write of, was one of the first people to inspire me to keep writing this blog. In the beginning, I'm pretty sure about 15 people visited my site and she was one of them. She was always the first person to write a comment or like my page. Always positive and always making me feel special. There was a moment about 3 months in, when I felt that I should use my time a little bit more efficiently and that blogging wasn't the wisest use of my time. I started the blog to keep myself accountable and to hopefully inspire or help others who were also on this journey, but I seemed to be just entertaining myself and the only other reader of my site, my mum.
It was about this time, that I caught up with my Aunty (who doesn't do technology and would have no idea what a blog was or how to access it) and she told me that Prue (my inspiring friend with cancer) told her that reading my blog was the favourite part of her day. That when it came up on her newsfeed, she would wait till she had peace and quite from the kids and sit down with a cup of tea so she could enjoy reading it and that it was the laugh she needed. That was the first time someone had acknowledged that they enjoyed reading what I was writing and it inspired me to just keep going.
Fast forward to a year later and that mother frucka called Cancer has invaded the life of someone I can't speak more highly of. Throughout her whole cancer journey, you would never even know she was suffering. Her Facebook posts are always so upbeat. Her face is always smiling. Her comments are never about her but about those around her. A lady with such a huge heart that it makes me proud to be able to say I know her.
So in this entry, I want to acknowledge the beautiful soul that is Prue Kerrisk. The world is a much better place with you in it and I hope to have you in it for a very long time to come. Thank you for just being you! Thank you for being a ray of sunshine when things seem dark. Thank you for being one of the only people I know on Facebook to write about the good in the world and not the bad. Thank you for making me continue to blog when I thought no one cared.
The whole cancer thing scares the absolute sh*t out of me. So many beautiful people I know have been affected and everything I read pretty much tells me that there is something I am doing in my life right now that could contribute to getting cancer. From this, all I can take is to live each day to the fullest and not let the little things become the big things that get you down.
When I first started quitting sugar I didnt do it for health reasons, more for the superficial reason of looking good in togs and not having 3 chins pop up in every bloody photo that wasn't a selfie that required me bending my head at a weird angle to eliminate the said chins.
I have read articles about sugar feeding cancer and the likes but in saying that I have also read articles that eliminating sugar can cause cancer… What the????? I just have to trust that I am doing the best thing by my family and that sometimes googling things can give me nightmares.
Like the time my husband had Ross River Fever. Before he went to the doctors and got his blood tests, I decided to google his symptoms. Yep turns out Dr Google said he had Aids….. I was like WTF have you been doing out at work, you little skank… Turns out Dr Google was wrong.
Last week we held a party for a great friend of mine who had been going through a bit of a hard time in her life and decided to hold a belated birthday party for her with a western theme.
I was that annoying person at the bottleo staring at the cans of premix drinks reading the sugar content of them. Eventually I found my way over to the sugar free version of drinks and in the past I have not been a big fan of them, so was pretty hesitant to purchase a 6 pack of something I won't enjoy.
However I found a UDL brand drink of Strawberry and Lime that was sugar free. AMMMMMMMAZING!!! My new favourite drink! It was so refreshing and not overly sweet but sweet enough that you wouldn't even realise it was sugar free! Win! Win!
Of course I made some vodka jelly shots and these were full sugar. I decided that I couldn't not have one, when everyone was toasting the birthday girl with a jelly shot. Holy mother of sweetness. Not enjoyable. I felt like I had just had a shot of pure sugar. The huge amount of vodka didn't even register. Everyone else was screaming "how much vodka is in this, sweet baby Jesus" and I was yelling " Dear Gods of Sugar!'
I am going to blame that jelly shot for the huge headache from its mountain of sugar and not all the other alcohol that was consumed that night…….. totally the sugar and not the vodka…
Speaking of alcohol I posted last week that I would tell you a funny story about Valentines Day.
I had training Sunday morning (V-Day) and my husband the night before had dropped the hint that he hadn't had a Johnny Walker UDL can in over a month and he was craving one or maybe even six. I took the hint that this was all he wanted me to get him for Valentines Day. Even though I had already bought him a bottle of scotch, I thought I should be a good wife and get him specifically what he wanted, as he never bloody asks for anything.
The problem was that training finished at 9am and the bottleshop didn't open till 10am. I stayed behind at training chatting to the girls and managed to get to about 9:40. I decided by the time I drove there it would be opened. I picked the bottleshop that was in a centre with woolies etc so I could get some milk and bread as well.
I did that….
The clock hit 10 and I walked over to the bottleshop. There was movement inside and I could see it was about to open, so I stood there.
Yep I was that person standing outside the bottleshop at 10am waiting for it to open. I started to feel a little awkward standing at the door just staring inside, yearning the people to make eye contact with me and open the bloody door. They didn't. 10 minutes had passed and I was still standing at the door. I started to notice people staring at me as they walked past…maybe it was because I was in sweaty wet activewear with grass and mud all over me, or maybe they thought I was an alcoholic. Then it happened. People I know started walking past. Not friends but just people I know from other people. I had to say "hi!" or acknowledge them with a nod or smile, but they obviously were making note that I was standing outside the bottleshop like a bloody nigel with my bread and milk. One of them made the comment that it was a little early in the morning to start drinking… "Frucing hell….."
I decided to hide over at the newsagent across the road and look at magazines until the door opened. I was scanning a copy of the womens weekly, when the lady who works there says "this is not a library, you know" I just looked up and said without even thinking "sorry, I was just buying some time since the bottleshop is late opening". The look she gave me was utter disgust……
At 10:15 the bloody bottleshop opened. I basically sprinted through the door, grabbed my 6 pack of scotch, basically threw the money at the lady and hauled ass out of there. Thinking that the wife of the year trophy was def mine this year.
When I gave my husband the 6 pack of scotch he declared that he wants to go another month without drinking, because he is feeling really fit and healthy at the moment. I could have head butted him then and there. Such a a$$hole!
I haven't been cooking as much as I should have lately and this has led to a few sneaky shop purchases on items I usually make.
Today I have decided that I am going to make
Choc Muffins (cacao powder for the chocolate colour so basically plain muffins)
All using dextrose as the sugar replacement.
I am going to have to cut this entry here as apparently the 7 year old's life is about to end because the xbox won't turn on and the 2 year old is going off her head because I am not looking at the horrific ant that is going to kill her.
I hope your weekend is beautiful