School Bullies and their coaches

I have just had the wake up call every mother dreads. My child is somewhat akin to the coach of a bully! Well, that's not really true. But for the last year we have heard on a regular basis "this child hit me, this child punched me" etc etc. Last night Jr Her told me she was called into the office for a chat with the deputy principal, along with said child.



I was mortified to discover she is as bad as he is. She has admitted sometimes that she hits him back, but I have since found out she goads him into lashing out and then she tells the teacher he has hit her. Little worm. I made matters worse by speaking to the child before I knew all the facts, so had to ask the principal to apologise to the mother on my behalf which he has said he will do.



Sigh. I always knew my child was no angel but I didn't realise she was sooo devilish! I do hope though she can learn from this and try to be a better person. It seems it is all just a personality clash that we have gotten up in arms about because some kid was picking on our child. Stupid, stupid parents we are, yes?



Geez I feel upset now. Well, that is I feel a bit stupid. Maybe I will feel better if I have that piece of chocolate I can see looking at me there...

Weekend workload

You know, I should have lost heaps of weight on the weekend. Jr Her has not been holding up her end of our clean room deal. So, after numerous weeks of threats, bribes and tears (and that was just on My part!), I have taken drastic action. I stripped her room. Left her with just her bed, empty cupboards bar a couple of school uniforms and two changes of clothes for the weekend, and a full bookcase. Why the bookcase, you ask? Well, she hates reading. So, with no toys, a standing screen ban in place for another week, she has nothing to do but read.

Drastic measures, you think? If you had seen this cesspit before you would agree. Tell you what though, my back was killing me afterward. Six hours of solid work to clean it out. Bags and bags of rubbish, and as many bags of stuff now sitting in my hallway waiting for a new home.

She also lost her bunk bed, which has now been lowered to a standard size bed. And do you know what? After all the tears and tantrums died down, she said to me...."gee, mum, I love my clean room...." Coulda kicked her right in the bum!

Ten more weeks of unlimited chocolate...

You know, I had an epiphany last week. I finally realised why I can't seem to stop with the chocolate. See, working here is somewhat akin to a life long dream. All the chocolate I can eat and I don't have to feel guilty when I buy it. Cause I don't have to buy it. I don't usually buy chocolate because of the associted guilt. Now I don't have to worry.

Having said that, I have another ten weeks of unlimited chocolate to go. After which point I know my dream run will end. I wonder if that is why I stuff my face. I figure that I may as well indulge while I can and concentrate on the weight loss when I leave.

One positive note has been that although I don't lose any, I also don't gain, so obviously I am doing enough exercise to offset this. But I know I have to shake this feeling of "I must eat this while I can".

Still, I have noticed that I have cut down a little...there is hope for me yet!

Pizza, Pies, Pasties And The Whole Junk Food Express

Man, what am I doing! No wonder I can't shift these kilos! It seems that almost daily there is something going on at work that means a junky lunch. Like last month, there was a meeting and we all got lunch bought in. Sandwiches, which are healthy but contain bread therefore not on my food list, are on the menu. So I grab one with a chicken parmijana in the middle. Ok, not the best choice but I did ditch the foccacia it was wrapped in. Then, we had pizza! Wonderful, thin based pizzas they are too.

On Friday my bestie here at work left :-(. I am feeling quite lost without my skipping partner. Who else can I skip up the hallway with? Well, her going away lunch was - pies, pasties, sausages rolls and sandwiches. Can't possibly eat sandwiches (even if they are chicken and salad!). But that pie I ate got stuck. Or maybe it was the sausage roll...

Friday night is always slack tea at our house cause Jr Her does karate until late. Couldn't possibly cook! Then Saturday night was "Fend for Yourself" night cause I was feeling mad. Yesterday there was a meeting so they bought Sandwiches. There were some of those left, but I went for a walk to the shop and bought a pre packed pasta meal. Lovely!

Today, they are in meetings again, so we got leftover pizza. Man, they are good! I had two pieces of those plus some of the pasta I had already heated up. My belly hurts...

Um, add to that the blueberry muffin I scabbed for morning tea which was leftover from their meeting and you are beginning to get the idea....

I have been trying to do 15 minutes on the exercise bike, like at 8.00 last night in the dark...But I don't think I am going to like my next doctor's appointment. Sigh...wonder if I can catch that plane out of here real soon...

And the excitement continues!

Man, what a week! Having a holiday in the middle of the week does terrible things to one's psyche. Like this morning, when I went to put the bins out...

I have recently been "promoted" at work, well, more like shoved out onto the reception desk. I was orignially employed as a .7 (or, seven tenths of a full working week) which was great. Then, I was moved to reception when our receptionist resigned. Which is ok. Exept I ended up volunteering for an extra hour's work per day. Good thing too, as now I am still classed as a .7, but do the work of 1.7. There were few of the receptionist's tasks which were allocated to the other girls, and I have absorbed the rest, while still maintaing my role. Which means I am on full throttle from start to finish! Which means, when I take time to de-stress, I reach for that bite of chocolate. Geez! Will this nightmare never end? What is it with me and chocolate? Surely I am not alone out there? Surely someone else has chocolate addictions when stressed?

I have stepped up the exercise (shudder at that word) marginally, though. Like Tuesday morning. Him got a phonecall at 11.30 Monday night telling him he was needed at work. So, up he gets, trundles off to work (over half an hour's drive away). When he gets there, the day shift supervisor (whom he has been replacing while he was on leave) was there. So back home he comes. Then, after getting home at 1.30am, he has to get back up at 5.15am. I tell you there is no God (sorry, God, just venting...) So, as I was awake too, I got up and jogged around the bedroom.

Yes, I am sorry to say, my jogging skills are somewhat akin to Cliffy Young, but never the less, I jogged around my bedroom for over 15 minutes...

What will I think of next? Stay tuned....

Weddings, parties, anything...

Have you noticed how much food you can actually eat at a wedding? My brother-in-law got married last weekend. It was a very lovely ceremony, complete with a slight sprinkle of rain, and a breeze that kept blowing the ceremonial candle out...all good signs, I am sure...

We travelled by plane to Brisbane, then hired a car to Gympie. It was good to drive up familiar highways. Things haven't changed that much in 5 years. We stopped off at the Big Pineapple at Nambour, and my chips got stuck. Ok. So that was lunch. Dinner that night we ate at the restaurant at the motel. Quite a lovely place, and not terribly expensive. My prawns got stuck.

Next morning was breakfast at McDonalds for something different. My hash browns got stuck. Hmmmm I can see a pattern here. We met mum and dad for coffee. They had travelled to Gympie to see us. Hot chocolate was terriffic! Forgot to ask for skinny though, but heck, its not like I had been eating a lot! We had a lovely morning, and mum's brother from Brisbane was in the area, so got to see him too.

Lunch time we ate at the food court. I ordered roast beef with gravy. My roast beef got stuck. Man, this is becoming a habit! Anyway, we got ourselves ready for the wedding, and Jr Her looked lovely in yellow and gold. Him scrubbed up well in a suit and light green shirt too. Lots of photos were taken, and we sat down to eat. Guess what? Wrong! The roast was tender, potatoes soft with crispy outsides, and I even managed to drink a couple cans of Diet Coke (sorry, Pepsi, it was all they had!). So, I finally got my first meal in 48 hours. Man, that was worth the wait. I reckon when I got home my clothes were just that bit more comfortable...

This could get depressing

So, doctor's appointment was, well, a disappointment. I must say I like my scales better than his. According to mine I have lost about 2kg but according to his, I have lost less than one! I ask you, where is the justice in that!

He was very good, told me to be patient, stay away from the chocolates, blah blah blah. The thought of being offered this job permanantly is scaring the pants off me! (Not a pretty sight...) I desperately need to get as far away from chocolate as possible. For example, already today I have had a large Freddo. And it's only lunch time! Sigh.

But all is not lost. I have proven to myself I can eat pretty much what I like and not put weight on. So, when I lose the weight I can let myself slide a little. Now, if I could only just lose the weight in the first place....