Sunday, June 23, 2019

Summer solstice- woah, we're half way there

Well, I'm certainly not surprised.
Stood on the scales this morning and I was 3 lbs up.
Actually I'm surprised it wasn't more!


I had a fabulous weekend in Killarney, eating and drinking my way through the AIMS weekend. But that wasn't what did the damage. If I had come home on Sunday evening and said
"Right, that's it. Weekend over, now lets get back on track".
I would have dropped those pounds like I did the previous week.
But no, it was like the dam burst. I ate anything that wasn't nailed down! I couldn't get motivated  at all.
Luckily it was the summer solstice.
What has that got to do with it? I hear you ask.

My friend Fiona was having a special yoga class out by the lake in Belvedere house on Saturday morning. In honour of the longest day of the year she was concentrating on our solar plexus (!) which I am reliably informed, is located behind our belly button and is the centre of our determination and confidence.
It is literally "the fire in our belly"



I was a bit worried that all those happy vibes wouldn't be able to penetrate the extra layer of  fat that had deposited itself in my belly since last week, but I decided to give it a go.
And guess what, it worked!
For me, the most powerful part was when we were doing "The Warrior". As we stood, tall and proud, pointing out over the lake, Fiona told us to look down our middle finger and concentrate on what we wanting in our future for the next six months.
To get back to my comfortable weight, get back to my comfortable weight, get back to my comfortable weight,  I chanted.
* Posed by a model...not me!!!

So now I'm very much fired up and ready to go. This week I intend to have more fire in  my belly than sugar!


This is still my favourite part of the class...time to relax!


Thursday, June 20, 2019

Well.that backfired


Not being organised this morning, I had to pop into a local shop to get my lunch for school. There was obviously a school tour happening as there was a queue of kids also buying their provisions for the day.
One little lad at the top of the line had over-stocked a little bit.
"You owe another 60c", informed the shop assistant.
His crest-fallen face meant he didn't have the money.
"I'll just ask me mam", he replied, and ran out.
I had reached the top of the queue and was getting my change, when he returned.
"Me mam says that she doesn't have the money with her and she'll pay you tomorrow."
The sun was shining, I was in a good mood, so I replied.
"Here, take the 60c out of my change."
His face lit up and he thanked me profusely.
I was feeling very Mother Theresalike as I left the shop, just behind him.
A woman came storming in.
"Who do you owe that 60c to?" she asked.
"It's okay, Mam, the lady paid for me".
"WHO?", she demanded.
"Her," he said, pointing to me.
I smiled and said
"It's okay. Pay it forward." and waited expectantly for her thanks!
"No, here you are", as she pushed it into my hand. "I'm not owing anyone money."
I was a bit taken aback at her aggression.
"And as for them in here. He's late for his school tour and they know that!" she shouted, glaring at the shop assistant.

My inner teacher wanted to scream back
"It's not their fault. How on earth are they supposed to know when the local school tour is leaving?  It's yours for not having his lunch ready or getting to the shop in plenty of time."
but I didn't! I wanted to survive the day.

I walked to my car, feeling deflated.
So much for my good deed of the day. I felt like a total bitch for trying to help.

Sunday, June 16, 2019

Arrested development

LMVG headed off to Killarney this weekend for AIMS - Irish Musical Societies Awards. On Friday night we had our annual pub crawl. As we had done The Full Monty as our musical , we went with the "police" theme.

Being the actress that I am (!) I got completely into character...okay, maybe I got a bit carried away.








But hey, the streets of Killarney are a safer place tonight because of me!!!

Thursday, June 13, 2019

It's a weighting game.

I've lost two pounds this week!
Wait....before you rush to congratulate me, might I just add that I've lost the two pounds that I put up over last weekend n Clare. So yes, I weigh exactly the same as I did last Friday.
So I can look at that two ways.
Firstly be annoyed that I haven't lost any weight this week.
or
Be a bit happy that I've lost that two pounds and am not two pounds heavier.
Yesterday I was talking to a friend on mine who said
"Do you know that you've motivated me?"
Whaa?
"Yes. I've been trying to lose weight with no success. I was just about to give up when I read your blog. The fact that you were so honest about putting back on weight but were determined to lose it again gave me the kick to keep going myself."
And do you know what? She motivated me right back!

i'd love to be able to say that I'll be totally focused this weekend....I won't! A gang of 1,000 of us musical heads are heading to Killarney for the AIMS weekend....kinda like the Tony Awards for Irish amateur musicals. It will not be a self-controlled type of weekend. Once again it's about damage limitation.
I do have my lunch ready for the train so I'm not dependent on the trolley food.However, after that, it's a mine field.
But I am not throwing in the towel. I'll be back next week, be it heavier or lighter.

Monday, June 10, 2019

Getting there by degrees.

Where does time go?


The photo on the left was taken at my graduation from Carysfort in 1985.
Look how young and innocent I was then!
The one on the right was taken at my graduation from Maynooth this year.
There have been many changes in those 34 years.Some for the better, some not so much.

The message behind those two photos is that it's never too late to learn, especially if its how to work a hair straightener!

Thursday, June 6, 2019

A weight off my mind!


Today was weigh-in day and I ......LOST 3 LBS!!!
The reason I have no photographic evidence is because I left my phone/camera in school last night, so you'll just have to take my word for it.

Even though at 11st 0 lbs I'm still in the 11 st bracket, I'm delighted with how I did this this week seeing as it included

  • dinner in the Park Hotel with the Raharney women.
  • a night on the town in Galway
  • spilling rain, which messed with my exercise schedule.
My motivation is still at an all-time high so here's to the coming week. My target is still to get into the 10 st range.
Seeing as I'm heading to Co. Clare with the family for the weekend, it's not going to happen before Monday!
Have a good one!

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Roadtrip!!!

"Are you mad? Starting a diet on a Saturday.....of a Bank Holiday weekend!!!"
I've heard that a few times over the past few days. But I don't think I'm mad.
And that's the first sign of madness!

Firstly, it's NOT a diet. It's a healthy lifestyle, and that's for every day, not just Mondays!
Secondly, I'm a real 1st person. So i'm most motivated on the New Year's Day, the first of every month, or in this case, the first day of 90 days of summer. If I waited til Tuesday 4th, it just wouldn't work for me.
So here I am, ready for a roadtrip to Galway. Yipee!
My friend Emer is dropping her son down to the Gaeltacht (Irish college) and then we're having a night out in Galway city.
 I've no intention of eating lettuce leaves and sipping water all night but I'm taking steps for minimal damage!
I started off this morning with Cinnamon and yogurt pancake topped with berries and honey. Ymmm


I then retrieved my OT fitness kit from behind the couch where it was gathering dust, went on the Operation Transformation website where all the plans are still up, and got my ass in gear again!


And finally I got my snack ready for the journey down. Hopefully it will ward off the munchies.

So here's hoping I can have a whale of a time without ending up feeling like one!

Go n'eirí and t-adh liom!

Saturday, June 1, 2019

The curse of Dementia


Last week my brother Finian and I were bringing Mam to see the doctor. She was  very worried about going there and she said something that broke my heart.
"I was trying to pray last night but I can't remember how to."

Mam still knows who we all are (in fact sometimes she remembers too much !) But out of the blue she will say something that will stop us in our tracks. There are ever widening gaps in her memory. The fact that she couldn't remember her prayers is a biggie. Irish Catholics of Mam's (and my) generation learned our prayers before we even learned nursery rhymes.If there's anything that is ingrained in our brains its a litany of prayers. But now they are locked away in Mam's memory and she can't get them out.

This morning I went up to her nursing home after breakfast to get her to come to mass with me. Now, I have had my issues with the Catholic Church for the past few years and am not a mass goer. But I figured if we tried to pray together then some of them might come back to her. Also Dad built the church in the nursing home and if ever I want to talk to him I go there not to his grave,
Mass started and Mam remained silent. However during several parts of the mass Mam joined in with the correct responses. Happy Days.

When mass was over the priest turned on the CD player and suddenly the hymn Queen of the May came blasting out. Mam was always a lovely singer and she began to sing along with gusto. There were four long verses and she knew every word of them. But what was every bit as amazing was that....
I KNEW EVERY WORD TOO!
I found myself singing along even though I didn't remember ever singing it before. But singing that hymn with my mam (even though I haven't a note in my head) is hopefully a precious memory I will have forever.
When mass was over we got talking to my old primary school teacher. I was telling her what had happened. She looked at me and said
"Noeleen! Every May in school ye all knelt down in the corridor, said the rosary and sang that hymn. That's how you know it."
And that's about forty five years ago!
Isn't music magical. The words were locked away in both of our memories and all it took was a few chords to bring them all flooding back.

Back in the Saddle

I consider this to be the first day of summer and before you jump on me to ask if I'm on holidays yet, the answer is NO! I still have four weeks of schooling to go. Believe me when I say it will be a LONG four weeks as the kids already feel that they are finished and it is nigh on impossible to reign them in.
Anyway, I digress! I figure I have 90 days of summer to live and I intend to do so. In my quest for health/fitness/weight loss, I dusted the cobwebs off my bike and headed for the open road.


I planned on doing 11k, as far as Ballivor bog and back. (well I didn't want to overdo it on my first outing. I might pull a hamstring or something!)



 However when I got there I was only getting into my stride and decided to keep going. I might have been a bit ambitious as I was flagging on the way back. I spied these two little dotes and contemplated getting a bareback ride home butI figured my knees would be trailing the ground..... and I'm only 5' Feck all "


I made it back home in one piece, tired and thirsty but delighted that I'd taken the first step...or should that be, pedal.