March 11th - Mopsy Goes Partying Ahhhh, silly silly me.  Last night I went out and when I got home I tried my website, and voila - it was accessible once more!!!  I did consider briefly putting my update there but I was tired and I knew I wanted to write something about going out so I decided I would do it all today.  So, here I am this morning, sitting in front of my computer - and the damn sites aren't working again!  Which means I don't know when these updates will make it onto the site.  Nonetheless I will write them and you can then read them all in a rush of bluster and fury (or ignore them if you like).  So perhaps there is a lesson in there, something about not putting off til tomorrow yadda yadda yadda, but on the other hand it's not my stupid fault that Telstra can't get and keep their sh*t together so I will just *pout* instead (Flopsy says I look cute when I pout, so it works well for me). All of that aside, this morning it is big pats on the back for the Mopmeister.  For a couple of reasons really.  The first thing is that the garlic prawns recipe went really well - well enough that I would be happy if I got that dish brought out to me at a restaurant.  And the whole thing, including the 1/2 cup of rice I had with it, came to 4 points (with only about 2.5g of fat for the whole meal).  So as someone who doesn't really consider themselves a cook, I'm very happy with that. The second thing I am happy about is that I went to a party last night, and managed myself very well.  I did those things that are suggested by the WW meetings and books.  I took my own soft drinks (diet coke) and stuck to that.  Since I was riding my motorcycle I didn't want to drink anything, so that made it easy to not drink.  Although as I've said before, drinking is something I can take or leave.  Sometimes I can drink quite a lot when I go out, but it's always a conscious choice.  Other times, I won't drink anything at all while everyone around me is getting sozzled.  I realise that for other people, drinking is something that is much harder to say 'no' to in these social situations - and I feel lucky that this is one less thing for me to worry about.  Now, if the room was full of people munching down on cadbury dairy milk and offering it to me time after time - God, that would be AWFUL! They also had nibblies at this party.  Luckily one of the things they had was rice crackers, so I ate 10 of those over the period of the night (for my 1 point).  I also had a few slices of salami which is a bit of a weakness for me.  Knowing that if I stood near the table I would do that thing of mindlessly eating more and more salami, I positioned myself away from the table all night and just grabbed one little thing every now and again on my way past.  So I estimated my intake at the party to be 4 points, which I well and truly had to spare before I went there (thanks to the garlic prawn dish). In addition to my eating, several people noticed the weight I had lost.  What a buzz.  I also felt great because I was wearing some clothes that I like that I hadn't been able to wear for a long time.  Ahhhh, life is good. Later same day...well Flopsy and I just had the lasagna I made for dinner.  It was ... not bad -  probably a bit sloppy.  I was scared of it being too dry but obviously I was a little overly cautious about this particular problem and overcompensated by not reducing the liquid enough.  Lesson learned - next time it will be less like a bucket of slop.  Having said that, the taste was pretty darn good.  And I bought some dinner rolls and we popped them into the oven for about 10 minutes so they were lovely and crunchy and hot with the dinner.  Yum.  I am now about to change clothes, and head off on my new pushbike.  Did I mention the new pushbike??  I don't think I did. You may well remember that on February 3rd some little thug stole my pushbike while I was shopping in the city.  I am very happy to say that the insurance company paid up and I now have a brand spanking new bicycle.  I think I may even prefer it to my old one, mainly because the old one had those little strappy things on the pedals that you are supposed to slip your foot into.  I think they are actually a contraption designed by super-coordinated folk for a laugh, so they can watch us everyday people nearly fall off their bikes at regular intervals. Anyway, enough procrastinating - bicycling utopia awaits the Mopster. <<Back     Home    Next>>