Month: November 2005 (page 1 of 9)


Super Pathetic DietBlog (and Trail Note)
I shouldn’t have whined about staying the same weight for three weeks. I had a gain. Yeah, turducken and all, but it’s still depressing. I’m now back to 2.4kg away from wearing my new shoes. I know that’s nothin’, and I should be thinking about how it’ll only take two weeks to get rid of. But I’m not. People keep complimenting me and I smile and thank them for their encouragement… but I don’t think any of them realize how down I am about my progress right now. I know I’ve had peaks and troughs before, but the trough I’m in is lower than I’ve felt since I began WW seven months ago. I was in the shower the other day, not thinking about anything in particular, when suddenly my brain just stated: “You can’t do it. You’ll never do it.” And then it was out there, and I can’t seem to shake this feeling of powerlessness and self-loathing. I forced myself to a kickboxing class Monday night (mostly in the hopes that it would mitigate what was sure to be a gain at the meeting last night), but it left me so sore and bruised and tired afterwards that I just felt on the verge of a breakdown. Yesterday afternoon I had a crazy e-mail exhange with the Snook – “Why am I always starving? I HATE MYSELF.” – in which I tried to rationalize skipping the meeting but he wouldn’t let me. I left work dreading the weigh-in and wanting nothing more than to sit at home and eat leftover pumpkin pie and be completely self-destructive. And that made me so damn angry with myself that I decided to do the most painful, punishing thing I could think of: I went running. I put on my goddamn shoes and hobbled out the door. I ran all the way down Harris Street to Pyrmont, around by the Anzac Bridge and the Fish Markets, and then back up Wattle Street to home. Along that back stretch I was definitely in some pain – my side ached, my ankle was sore – but I could see someone else coming towards me, someone as red-faced and sweaty and slow as I was. It was only just as we reached each other that I realized it was Karen, one of the girls from my WW meeting. We shared a wave and a smile. Anyway, I got home and showered and made it to the meeting, and the whole time I was sitting there I was still feeling depressed and like everything I’d accomplished was a big fluke. Megan told us that motivation is a combination of how important a goal is to you and how confident you are in your ability to reach it. My confidence was at rock bottom… But then at the end of the meeting Megan announced that we had a milestone to celebrate, that someone had just passed the 30 kilos lost mark… and it was Karen. I felt both inspired by her and completely jealous, and then that made me feel like a big selfish jerk. I need to get out of this rut and I need it to happen fast. I’m seeing the hypnotherapist again on Friday, and I’m hoping to see her again the next week. In the meantime, I’m just going to take it one day at a time.

George Michael

Squeee! An interview with my teenage TV boyfriend Michael Cera (aka George Michael). That’s two Arrested Development posts in a row! (Link courtesy of Kevin.)

Massive Cans

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Everytime I see this sign, I hear it in Gob Bluth’s voice.

And on a related note, our Korean high school student has started her week-long “work experience” with us. ANNYONG!

Jordana Paige bags

Knitter's PurseHooray! The Jordana Paige Knitter’s Purses and Messenger Bags have finally arrived in the shop! This is the first product line that I actually researched on my own and convinced Albert to order in. (Mostly because I want one.) And what’s more, we’re selling them for the same price as Woolshack! So if you’re in Sydney and you want to buy a knitter the Best Christmas Present Ever, stop in the shop and save the shipping cost. (Or alternatively, buy one for me!)

All I’m saying…

All I’m saying is, if you’re gonna tell your wife that your company wants you to list your “favourite website” on their lame new corporate site, THE ONLY COOL OPTION is to list your wife’s blog. I’m just sayin’. OTHERWISE SHE THINKS YOU’RE ASHAMED OF HER.

All hail King Mike!

All hail King Mike!
The Snook and I watched a fascinating program last night called Britain’s Real Monarch. While researching a previous documentary, Tony Robinson discovered evidence that Edward IV was illegitimate, and thus every British monarch for the past 500 years has been ineligible for the throne. The goal of the program was to figure out just who exactly *should* be the current monarch. We were only mildly interested until we realized that Tony’s search was taking him to… Australia. That’s right, the true King of England is a fair dinkum Aussie battler. (Okay, so he’s really a Pom and a Lord, but he lives here now and barracked for Australia during the Ashes.) What’s more – he’s a Republican! It was too funny.

HP Tickets

I’m going to be ordering tickets today for Goblet of Fire on Thursday (probably the 8:15 show at Broadway) so let me know if you want to join us!

Turducken photos are up!

Snookums skewering Mr. TurduckenThe Thanksgiving Photos are all uploaded and ready for your perusal! The first half are all about the turducken preparation – final boning, spreading the stuffing, sewing him up. (Vegetarians may not want to look!) Then there are a bunch more shots from the party of people eating way too much… I hope everyone is recuperating well today!


We did it!
I’ve got a LOT more photos to upload tomorrow, but these are all I can bear to do right now. I’m going to go into a food coma. Suffice it to say that the turducken was a magnificent and stunning success! Thanks to everybody who attended and shared their awesome food with us.

Carving the turduckenRoast Turducken

Everyone eating

Turducken is IN!

The Turducken is IN THE OVEN, folks! The assembly was much easier than we’d imagined, and the Snook exhibited a heretofore unknown sewing aptitude with a blanket stitch to make your Grandma weep. Photos are forthcoming…