Monday, April 18, 2011


Bit of a failure at the "regular blogging" thing. Oops. In my defence... nope, no excuse.

Pippa and I are now living together. We are not being a very good influence on each other. Pippa eats carbohydrates anyway. I'm still attempting to avoid them, especially seeing as I've had 3 migraines in the past month, all of which were exacerbated (and likely brought on) by the consumption of bread products.

I find it odd. I don't seem to get headaches from cakes or scones, but bread does it to me. I've booked in to see a dietician who specialises in gluten, etc, but she can't see me 'til June 14. Pfffffffft! Here's hoping she's worth the wait. I want answers. Am I allergic to bread? Or is it psychosomatic???

Tell you what, though; massive headaches and throwing up in a Sydney cafe toilet is not psychosomatic.


Thursday, December 2, 2010

Americanising my life. Or should that be, "Americanizing"?

Welcome, Pippa! A fabulous first post.

I would not call Pip a "boombah", either, or however she spelled that. She is a gorgeous, curvaceous woman, with amazing breasts (it's true, I back her up 100% on that one) and stunning good looks. I wish her the very best for weight-loss!

So I was exploring the Atkins website a little more thoroughly today and worked out that it's actually a helluva lot more interactive than I'd ever bothered to find out. I added an avatar, filled in my profile, enrolled in a course (Phase 2, as I did Phase 1 back in late May or so for a couple of months) and now I have all these interesting Americanised facts about my body. (Appropriate, yes, as The Boyfriend is American, and I have to learn these Americanisms eventually.)

Height: 5'11" / 180 cm

Start weight: 254.5 lb / 115.7 kg

Current weight: 208.3 lb / 94.7 kg

Goal weight: 176 lb / 80 kg

Current BMI: 29.70

Weight loss to date: 46.2 lb / 21.0 kg

Weight to lose: 32.3 lb / 14.7 kg

The Atkins BMI calculator thinks that 170 lb is the heaviest healthy weight for somebody of my height, but I disagree. I think that 80 kg on me will be really quite slim, with well-rounded curves in all the right places. Any lighter, and I'd... Well, I can't even imagine being able to attain a lighter weight, so... Maybe I'll reassess that when I reach 80 kg, but for now, that's my happy place.

Trying to be good again. The only thing that keeps slipping me up is CAKE. What is with my addiction to cake? And slices! Oh Lordy. I have been having Skype Bake Dates with The Boyfriend, and he seems to be looking out for my Atkins diet needs, so that's nice. (Though I did enjoy the chocolate caramel slice bake date. That was fantastic. As was the cheesecake bake date... oh yeah.)

On a low-carb front, I've discovered that Peters Entice Cookies & Cream Ice-Cream is made with fresh cream, as opposed to fresh milk, so the carb count per serving is only around 14g. That's awesome. I don't know how big a serving is. Assume 2 scoops? So it's a nice reward on the good days...

I am going to attempt an Atkins recipe called Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookies. I have high hopes that they will be *delicious*. Here's hoping.

Right, well, off to keep trucking away at the Christmas present list... Spending all my hard-earned...

With holiday cheer,

Wednesday, December 1, 2010


Hello, my name is Pippa and I am a boombah.

A chubster. A fatty. A bargearse. And on one occasion, a Pippapotamus. (Although I had to admire the ingenuity of that one.)

But I have decided, in the interests of public beautification, that a boombah is not something that I have an overwhelming desire to be anymore. And truthfully it's more to do with the underlying health risks and general awkwardness of being a fatbody that make it so undesirable-- your clothes fit awkwardly- if at all; exercise/movement is more difficult and quite grotesque to watch; you stand up to stretch and all your spare change falls from between the folds of your skin. Irritating. Not to mention heart disease, diabetes, stroke, hypertension, cancer, sleep apnoea, high blood pressure... Hmm. Time to get out while the getting's good. Or while I can still walk out and don't have to be wheeled out on a gurney, white sheet or no white sheet.

Here are my statistics.

Gender: Female

Height: 1.72m

Build: Odd. Long, long legs, enormous breasts and arse and a torso that is all of 30cms in length.

Starting weight: (I'm just going to use the weight that I was last time I jumped on the scale, which was... Monday. I was 127.4kg. EGADS. I will be attempting a proper weigh tomorrow, for start of Day 1.)

Goal: 85 or so kg. I'm not too fussed on this so far, as I know I can't aim for anything too low because I will look porn-star ridiculous. I can't diet away my boobs. I will also figure out my mini-goals according to my starting weight tomorrow.

I'm going to attempt a second go at the Atkins diet, which the ever-so-wondrous Pam put me onto in the first place. It has worked wonders for her, and she has done so well (and had so much self control! I am envious. My self control is probably off somewhere stuffing itself blind with biscuits.) and I hope, with a bit of prodding, I can do the same. Hence the journal! (Also Pam's idea. What would we do without her?)

And so, to bed, and onwards to DAY ONE! Barm barm baaarrrrr.

That's ominous music, if you didn't catch that.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Changes afoot

Ladies and gentlemen of the orchestra, you may have noticed a slight name change of the title of this blog... (If you haven't, well - you have now.)

I have made this change because two of my dearest, dearest friends, Rebecca and Philippa (or Bec and Pip, whatever floats your tug), are also journeying down the long road of weight loss, and I thought that a shared blog might inspire us all to work harder toward our goals!

I am eagerly awaiting their first posts!


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

As predicted.

A head cold. Not the Grandmother of All Head Colds, though -- maybe a Second Cousin, or Sister-in-Law. Not a direct relation. Either way, hello, garlic + horseradish capsules.

A little fact

Just want to point out -- having a sore throat is not Atkins diet-friendly. AT ALL.

- Honey
- Soothers
- Ice-cream
- Icy-poles

Et cetera.

Sugar! So much sugar!

Oh, I hate my throat. I was supposed to perform today, too, but couldn't, because some rogue cells in my throat staged a mutiny, wielding knives and torturous fire torches, dancing about and having a marvellous time. I could hardly speak, my throat was so sore. Guaranteed it'll be gone by tomorrow and I'll have, in its place, the Grandmother of All Head Colds.

And to think that I managed to avoid being sick all winter. It's only shown up now, you know, with only two weeks to go before I finish my Master of Music degree in CLASSICAL SINGING.

*mutters* Traitorous body.