So after 4 months on this diet, I have gone down 3 sizes, lost 15kgs and…my cholesterol levels are higher than when I started.
There is this thing called housework and I hate it. I am not sure how other woman feel about it, but I hate it.
One month down on this diet. A total weight loss of 8kg and an average of 2cm loss on parts of my body. I have to wait two more months to do blood tests and see the affect on my body in other ways. I think I am happy with that. At least I am getting smaller and I feel fine. I have not starved or felt icky and dizzy. I have to admit the first week was not easy: I felt ill (well eventually found I actually was ill, so may not have been the diest at all.)
So it is actually time to really properly lose this weight that I have. It just cannot go on anymore. We don’t eat a whole heap of junk…but the tea…I love it. With milk and sugar and I just cannot do that without piling on the weight.
I know things are terrible in terms of scams and crime in our country. But sometimes there is that person that tugs at your heart and you feel like you are supposed to help.
I used to often give people lifts and I stopped when HB came along, because as many have said, safety first. I have a family to think of.
But that day, if I was able to safely stop, I would have. I just felt, that this was just a mother struggling through the rain. Of course I know nothing, it never crossed my mind she and the child would do anything bad to me. Even when I wrote the post, it never crossed my mind about crime and scams, until the comments. Hubby often tells me I am far too naive about some things, which he finds strange in a woman who is so sure about just about everything.
I feel very sad about that lady and that is where the post came from. Hubby did not understand why helping her would cross my mind, and I could not understand where he was coming from. I think it is just one of those situations you have to be in and make the judgement call that your heart is at peace with. Driving on, was not the right thing for my heart, because I feel I could have found a place to stop, or other people would have been ok if I stopped in the road for a few minutes. It bothers me.
I do understand the argument for a dangerous situation, but I do judge myself as having made the wrong choice in that situation.
I should have helped her…here was me driving along in my brand new car, happy that it has a high ground clearance and the puddles where no problem, and there was the two walking without even the benefit of a second umbrella.
I am not here to judge anyone about anything…I often write posts that are to help me resolve something going on with me.