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Last night I made these delish chicken burgers. Mr. ralph and I enjoyed them immensely. But today.... we are both sick. I won't make you suffer the gory details, but it looks like we may have had some minor food poisioning. I came home from work early due to stomach cramps and an urgent need for the toilet. Doing that at work in a ladies toilet with 10 stalls is not my idea of a great day at the office. I really don't know if the chicken was off because it didn't smell, and it didn't taste off. I guess I could have undercooked it. Please think good thoughts for mr. ralph as he seems to be suffering the brunt of it and thinks I tried to poison him for real! No seriously he doesn't think that, but we are not well.

To those of you who took offense by my last entry: Please do not assume that I think all Australian doctor's are bad. You are wrong. I love my normal GP, even though she only works 3 half days a week and is almost always booked up. A few weeks ago after seeing her I had flowers sent to her because she is simply one of the most amazing people I've ever met. She beats any doctor I've ever seen, in any country hands down. She is a beautiful person. It would not matter what country I live in, or even what nationality the doctor's I am seeing are. Workcover has only chosen one for me by the way, and it shouldn't matter about that either. I am a person. I should be treated with dignity and respect like any other person. I happen to live in Ausrailia so pardon me for drawing on that experience when writing about the doctor's I've seen. It is a little difficult not to since it just so happens to be where I live for now. And my experiences with doctors her

First of all, my weight is a bit up at the moment. We are not at all surprised by this at your humble narrators house. You see I am on volt@ren again and this causes despicable water retention. I've also discovered a new food love, couscous. I'm sure it can be good for you in small quantities, but that is another story. Also yesterday the stresses of this week forced me to eat a doughnut. Forced me I tell you! Basically work is shit. We're experiencing extremely high call volumes and at the same time one of our systems keeps crashing every half hour. It sucks. I am tired and cranky, and I have a very sore left shoulder. But the bit that takes the cake is this, on Wednesday morning I went to see a surgeon hand picked for me by my insurance company because they wanted me to have an independent assessment. I was told to take my films and be there for an appointment at 9am. I am notorious for never being late, in fact most of the time I am early for everything includin

My new name for Back to Basics is now Operation Christmas Parties Mr. ralph and I have 4 Christmas parties between our work gatherings and social engagements to go to this year. I of course want to wear the dress as previously mentioned to at least one or two of these events. It doesn't fit right now. My mission is clear. I will look great for Christmas! Okay so the battle of the bloat was successful. I drank heaps of water on Friday and ended up with a good result on the scale. Saturday being my official weigh-in day saw me at 68 kilos on the dot! That was a whopping 800 gram loss for the week. Not to shabby I might add. This week I am aiming for nothing less than a one kilo or more loss. The plan is to be a bit more restrictive. I have already written out my meal plan for the week and am going to the grocery store when I get through with this entry to buy all the food for the week. I've planned a bit under my point allowance because I will probably add a few snacks

Normally I'd take today's weight gain in stride because it would be my fault really, but this week I've been trying. I haven't done all that well, but I've not done that bad either. Or so I thought. I did weigh myself yesterday as well though, and was pretty happy that I had appeared to have lost 200 grams. But today, it is the opposite and I've instead gained 300. In the spirit of The Simpsons, Wha??? I think it may be just my body ballooning up. I'm experiencing a lot of agony lately, I feel the neck and shoulder muscles swelling and I have had to take some pain medication with codeine. We all know codeine is the dieters enemy. Tomorrow's weight reading may be different, I sure freaking hope so. I can't believe the scale is back to 69.2. I can't be 69 kilos. I cannot let that happen. In my head 68 has been the ceiling, because 69 is just too close to 70. I know it is weird, but subconsciously this is what I've been thinking about

So I started with great intentions, but Sunday wasn't as great a day as I would hope for day 1. I did keep my food journal and that is a plus! I also didn't eat junk food. Monday was much better although I felt subconsiously hungry all day. I allowed myself one treat at night, some low-fat icecream (one serve). Exercise hasn't really happened yet, but I keep thinking about that dress. I have just about a month to get some weight moving so I can wear it. I desperately want to wear it so I can have a unique dress that no one else has! I love the colours and the way it flows. It really is pretty, the light in my picture doesn't do it justice. I also wanted to add that I never meant to infer that everyone who seeks gastric bypass is lazy and seeking surgery for a weight-loss cure all. Please don't take my comments to mean that. I just think that it is becomming too common-place in our society and something we should think about.

Why haven't I posted all week? Well I've been pretty much the same. Nothing has changed in the last week. I still eat half healthy food, half crap food. I still probably weigh around 68 kilos (I haven't weighed because I was on my period this week). I still haven't been back to any Weight Watchers meetings. I'm actually starting to feel fat in some of my clothes, because some of them were bought when I was down to 65 kilos. And yesterday I tried on a pair of jeans that were too tight when I was out shopping and thought a lot about this last 5 kilos. Also, I ate KFC for dinner last night, so obviously I didn't think hard enough. Then I watched the Oprah special with Kirstie Alley... On Oprah after Kirstie Alley did her promo for Jenny Craig(tm) , Oprah had a woman on who had gastric bypass and lost over 300 pounds. They showed these images of all of her hanging skin that had to be removed. She had already been through 5 surgical procedures and had someth

So lately I've been feeling under the weather. At first it was a sore throat that led to coughing, and now the coughing has almost subsided but the sore throat has returned. I went to the doctor last week and was told that I probably had a virus. I didn't take any antibiotics because I didn't have any symptoms (except the swollen glands) that led me to believe I had an infection of any kind. This weekend my shoulders and neck started to ache and not in the usual spot on the left side which is normally due to exertion and the bulging disc, but this time I'm mostly sore on the right side. What worries me is I have no idea what is causing this. Also I've had some rather unusual bowel habits at even in this forum is a little personal to discuss. So now I have a sore throat, sore shoulders and neck, and I have a severe upset stomach. How wonderful! Want to know something that boggles my mind the most? Somehow I managed to drop a kilo last week without even trying.

Okay. I do get the point. I know it may seem silly for me to keep hammering on about the same 5-6 kilos I have left to loose, when you see pictures that clearly demonstrate that I do not look like a girl that should be on a diet. I love you honestyrain , I really do. You're one of my top 5 favorite bloggers. Your comment yesterday meant a lot to me because I know why you wrote it, and I know you meant well, but the truth is this is not about being on a diet. It is about reaching goal. When I started out on this journey so very long ago at 105 kilos I made the goal to be 63 kilos. If I stop now what kind of person would I be? I can't stop. I have to reach my goal because it is what I set out to do. I know that being 68 kilos isn't that bad, and I can look in the mirror, take pictures, where fitted shirts, wear belts, and sleeveless shirts without any embarrassment. But I am still not at goal. I know it is just a number. It isn't the end all be all of my existen

I still haven't got my shit together, but that probably doesn't come as a big surprise. I spend half my time counting WW points and the other half just eating whatever the hell I want. This is what in the south one would call a "half-assed" diet attempt. I believe Beckie to be right on the money. I don't see a payoff, at least not an immediate one. I had a look at some photos taken of myself yesterday. The truth is the only part of my body I cringe when I look at is my arms. I actually wish I could do some weight training on them, but I can't. The problems with my spine in my neck prevent me from doing anything. If I keep up my regular strength exercises given to me by my physio, I will eventually get to where I can, but I don't think it will be in time for sculpted arms this summer . I also wish I could start skipping again. I miss it. But I can't do anything like that, I can't even jog. It sucks. Walking just doesn't get the hear