March 19, endeavours and such

Oh it has been a lovely day. I haven't eaten enough to fulfill the caloric needs of a rat, but I'm not hungry.

What I have done is cook a real 'boy' meal for poor old Mr (who has been slaving over a hot stove for the past couple of weeks while I do my 'raw' thing. So here it is, Seitan steaks, kumera mash and cajun veges with gravy. You should have seen his face light up:-)

There is an alarming plume of smoke in the valley. The smell of bushfire wafts about in the night air. I knew there was something odd about this summer...no fires. Now that we have hit an odd heatwave in autumn, here they are. There has been no rain in the past three weeks either, so I'm sure the RFS are worried. This gets me thinking back to Fire Man (who I dated for a year or so). the handy thing about that little liaison was always knowing the fire status of the Blue Mountains..and he had a lovely chest hair configuration. Shame he too was gay. I have an extraordinary, thus far badly utilised talent, of dating gay men. I'm sure there must be some way of turning this to my advantage..so far no joy though:-)

In other news, this is the first place I've ever lived that has a 'holy' loo.

Holistic New-Age guru's would no doubt assure me that this situation is optimal for 'cleansing' and 'reconnecting'. I think it's just sweet. My loo has leadlight, Whoot!

Mr (bless his holey socks) has been working out. We have decided that his man-boobs look less 'booby' and that his sweet tummy is disppearing. He is worried about his 'love handles' but I never noticed that he had them in the first place. I think he's just about perfect. It just tickles me that he's working so hard to be gorgeous for our wedding (whilst being simultaneously annoyed that he has lost 2kg in a week). Mr's diet plan goes like this;

(1) eat 100g of crisps every night instead of 250g

(2) do 15 push-ups and 25 crunches of a morning

(3) Eat meals loaded with fat and carbohydrate at 10pm+

My regime?

(1) raw foods all day (fruit, wheatgrass, spirulina, salad)

(2) walk miles and miles in baking sun

(3) watch scales obsessively

-Guess who's having more fun?.....

Mind you, he didn't screw up his metabolism at 15. Ah yes, the diet-monster strikes very early in girls. This results in bodies that are taught, whilst still forming, that they will be starved and therefore tend to hoard fat at any and every given opportunity. I even went on some insane 'Orange Diet' at 13. Nothing but oranges for 10 days. I dropped 5 kgs and screwed up my metabolism beautifully. I didn't care. I was skinny.

Censorious types may be thinking 'Why the hell would any parent let their 13 year old daughter do such an insane thing?!'. Many girls have mothers (in fact, most). Mothers tend to control family diet. Mothers have similr body-dysmorphia issues as their daughters. My mum was undiagnosed, but certainly borderline anorexic until she was married (and for quite some time afterward, judging by early photos).

Anyhoo, on a lighter note, here is Mr's changing form for your perusal:

I know he looks a little 'bunny-in-headlights' in this shot, but....awwwwwwww:-)

Well, that's it for me today. Fires in the valley, raw diet intact and working, childhood diets picked apart and an afternoon of work to get through tomorrow before the delicious and highly anticipated 4-day Easter weekend. I may be the only woman in the world not worried about missing out on chocolate...don't really like it much (excepting Josophan's Mayan Chilli cups...very very good, but I won't fret!)