#BlogLife721 - Weight loss the spicy way

I can't believe Nectar and Ebay are parting ways, that's the impression the email comes across, vague but final.

That was the only real source of collecting points for me, while online shopping. It's a shame, the discounts came in handy.

I got curious about black pepper in particular and was wondering if it was good for me.

I decided to Googly it and it turns out it's boosts your digestion that will in turn assist with weight loss.

I never realised that. It was an interesting fact so now I'm going to buy a lil spice bottle of it and sprinkle it on my food, every now and then.

The appetite is fluctuating especially with the hormones. I just got back from my Optician appointment.

The buses are severely delayed, took me ages to get there and back.

Anyway the good news is, I'm getting a full spare set woop woop, left and right lens.

I'm thrilled and he said it might only take a week and I asked him to post it, so that's sorted.

Then I went to get some pistachio dessert ladoos and they were in stock, but the pakoras were out.

So I said Aww you're done as it was about 12pmish and he didn't say anything.

So I bought the ladoos and I blinked and he came out with the afternoon batch and I was so perked up by that.

I made him fill 2 bags up, ha, the bags shrink, but freshly made, they are even more delicious.

And altogether it was just £11 ha. They are so moreish that even without a dip, I just can't stop eating them.

This is the time, I hate being softly spoken and not being able to stretch my eyes that wide.

Having one front tooth missing and looking yuckity, means I'm covering my mouth while talking.

She couldn't hear what I was saying, even though it seemed pretty loud to me.

Finally she just said write it on your phone and show me. Then as she was performing the eye pictures, for health reasons.

She kept raising her voice, saying Open your eyes.....

I swear I wanted to punch her in the face! My eyes don't expand that much, they never have, they are tiny, beady eyes.

I was already tired and dizzy from the humidity, actually I was meant to get a drink but I just had no energy.

The hormones maybe making me a lil bit cranky too, even though it seems to be a 1 day monthly so far.

At least this is the last of the obligations for this week and next and I can rest up.

My back seems fine after the triple massage yesterday. I should put the blankie over me.

So in two weeks maybe, assuming the lens have arrived by then, I can swan off to Mama's for some late celebrations.

Oh yesterday I also bought Salcura face wash but again with the other one, they have listed two different sizes so it's confusing me.

#BlogLife544 - Fasting, dieting or starving yourself?

I guess it depends on the real reasons you want to fast? Health, weight loss? Peer pressure? Keeping up with the Joneses? Religion?

Have you tried it before? I think the first time I recall doing it was for religion. As a former Seventh Day Adventist there was always a cause.

There always seemed to be something. One time it was a meeting to stay awake all night in Church and everybody was falling asleep.

If you want to do that as an adult, then fine, but being dragged into it as a child, bored stiff and craving my bed, is ridiculous!!

When you're fasting, all you can think about is food and I remember overeating because I was so happy a meal was on the table.

Then as a teenager it was a whole different experience. I was talking to L and she is constantly finding new ways to be healthier, so intermittent fasting works for her.

Although she confessed she pushed it too far this time and was near fainting and dizzy but she recognised it and broke her fast.

I recall wanting to eat less because of peer pressure, family, my own self esteem and being compared to everyone skinny around me.

I didn't call it fasting, I referred to it as skipping meals.

I just always loved food and started off, not seeing anything wrong with having a healthy appetite but it kept being pointed out to me, that it was wrong.

So eventually that became ingrained into me and I started backing off.

At school towards the end, maybe the last year or two, I stopped eating lunch. I didn't eat breakfast either so by dinner time I was famished.

But I stopped having an appetite and I saw the puppy fat being far less, so that encouraged me to become more and more extreme.

I would skip breakfast, go out all day, not eat lunch, come home and slashed my portions in half.

Bin half and eat the rest. Sometimes it was easy not to eat, other times I really struggled and went on a binge.

But as L remarked excitedly. going a long time without eating had become a glorified challenge..

Which is the danger. To be honest, I fainted a hell of a lot, while I was out. I frequently felt dizzy but I ignored it.

Whereas L never felt like that and this is probably the first time she was affected by it.

I convinced myself that I was alright and then exercising all the time, pushed me even harder.

I had violent stomach/foot cramps, could not concentrate and just felt off.

I had no energy at all, physically I was drained but mentally I thought I was doing well to last this long.

I was foolish and it's not sustainable at all and this is my own experience.

I'm not saying don't fast, as an adult you know your body best. I'm saying be careful, keep hydrated and watch yourself or have someone else check in to make sure you're being safe.

Even now I wouldn't trust myself to fast. If I'm not hungry, I can skip a meal and not derail myself, that I can cope with.

But anything more than that, unless I'm very ill. I don't trust myself to not exceed the safety limits.

Here's a quick review on the San Pellegrino drinks. The cherry and pomegranate was sparkling water.

That was so sour and bitter yuckity. It did have a faint taste of the above fruits but the tang was too much.

Eventually I just mixed it with vimto and apple and blackcurrant to ease the tartness, otherwise I would have binned it and wasted money.

The same goes for the Orange. I don't know why it has to taste so strongly sour.

It's a light citrus flavour and horribly bitter. I'm glad I had some lemon and orange sugar free squashes to blend it with.

I can't drink them on their own. I don't expect full sugaryness but yeesh some would be nice.

I'm fully used to the sugar free drinks but even they have some natural sweetness to them.

I still feel a bit bloated but I might skip this months period too, woop.

Tomorrow if I remember I will have been taking Perfectil for exactly 2 weeks.

#BlogLife393 - Sizing myself up

As I've shopped through a few different stores and I've gotten the same result, I have to conclude that I have gone down a dress size or two.

I'm trying not to make a big deal out of it because it's a mind kerfuffle. 

As soon as I make progress with weight loss, I sabotage myself and add calorific foods to my shopping basket.

It's a good thing downsizing, it means that what I'm doing is working. The gentle exercising, the healthier options, less evening snacking.

The 8pm cut off point. I just don't want the outside voices to influence me.

I accidentally let it slip to my mama and she was overjoyed which annoyed me because she has been the one that has always nagged me to present myself like other slender visions.

I don't want to people please or let myself be talked into what other people think I should look like so it's tricky.

It's like every time I get smaller, I'm saying they were right to harass me into feeling bad about myself and not accepting my own widely feminine shape.

I just need to remind myself that I am doing this for me. I want to be healthy. 

I want clothes to fit me better so that I don't have to wear baggy oversized versions but more tailored and curve inducing garments.

I would like to squeeze into a seated area in a restaurant and not feel it's cutting into my tum tum.

Maybe the nausea and other pmt/pms related symptoms would have less of a long lasting intensity?

I know that all the shopping sprees helped to point out that I loved fashion but I stopped shopping somewhat because of how it made me seem frumpy.

But now that I've gotten these wonderful new outfits. I feel more me again.

I don't want to hide away as much as before but I'm not exactly saying check me out either.

I'm just content with adding splashes of colour here and there. 

Now I just have to take the plunge and purchase something in the new size and see how it looks on me..