Alright, give me a Hamm on five, hold the Mayo.

Hubs and I are working on getting our new routine into place with me working away from home again. I say ‘away’, it’s 14km (8 miles) away. On a good day, I whizz through in 20 minutes. The longest it’s taken was one night, when it took 45 minutes to get home.

My new BossLady lives in Geelong and drives up each day. Two hours. Although today the traffic was feral, so it took her three. I got a train to London each day, which was about 90 minutes. By Thursday, I was buggered (technical term). How she drives that far, 92km (57 miles) and functions as a human I don’t know.

The only way we’re getting through the week is getting as much done as we can the night before, batch-cooking and stocking the freezer to grab dinners out. And packing lunches before we go too.

I’m still aiming for high protein, low carbs. I cannot be stuffed with macros, life is too short for that; but I aim for around 20g of carbs a day, which when you don’t have gluten is easy. I eat buckets of greenery like spinach, salad leaves, cucumber and celery as they’re ‘free’ – and top-up the total with other veggies. Sprouted seeds (yummeh), broccoli, cauliflower, peppers, zucchini and eggplants (courgette and aubergine in English).

Sometimes I just pile it all into a lunchbox and pick at it, I’ve also got a jar of nut butter in my desk drawer. Other times I’m more culinary and make a proper salad. Either way, I’m happy.

With the greenery goes at least one boiled egg, cheeses and cold meats. We had bratwurst for dinner tonight, we’re all looking forward to cold brattys tomorrow!

For the flights I’ve packed some rice puddings, muesli / protein bars and today a travel mixed-pack of my post-run protein shakes arrived; along with a whey hot chai drink, which I’m road-testing as I type. Probably a bit too sweet for me to have too often, however I did get those for emergencies.

I love my food, but I can’t run the risk of having something with gluten in if I get desperate en route. My tummy is still not 100% happy; my IBS is in flare up with me being a bit stressed and frazzled. The last thing I need or want is a #CoeliacMoment in the plane [horror emoji] it’s bad enough using the bathrooms on a plane at the best of times.

I made Hanno’s bed again tonight, the suitcase is on there and the UK trip herding has begun again.

To-do list

Last night I wrote a to-do list for today, the public holiday for a frickin horse race.

  • Hair – dye it
  • Toes – paint them
  • Change beds
  • Washing
  • Wardrobe – Project 333 selection
  • Shopping
  • Cooking
  • Spare room

I (as normal, and as most women do), anticipated more than I could do. Hubs made pancakes, after breakfast and a somewhat disturbed night, I went back to bed. I only woke up when my temperature broke again and I needed more meds.

My sleep last night wasn’t disturbed by the drugs, but by the bluddy cat, when he wants something he scrapes his paw on the bathroom window. It’s then a matter of deduction to figure out what he wants. To go out? No, not allowed overnight. More food? Can do that. Company? Sleep on my head, just quit it.

Up and down, up and down.

I staggered awake mid-morning. Up and down stairs doing washing, seven loads in total. today. Only one load left and we’re all caught up. The line outside and one airer is full, the tumble-dryer cycling through bedding and towels like a trooper.

I came upstairs after setting one load off to find Hubs with a head torch on fixing the oven, the element went phut a few weeks ago – a replacement one arrived before our weekend away. He made cookies with Archie while I went grocery shopping. The shops were pretty clear for a public holiday, which as I was a donkey on the edge was just as well. I had a list and only missed on thing off it – fresh tarragon was nowhere to be found. I did come home with two lots of coriander instead of one of coriander and one parsley. Whoops.


Since then, a chicken has been roasted and picked apart. A beef stew made and portioned up. Shepherd’s Pie made, eaten for dinner and left-overs portioned up. Muffins (sausage, bacon, cheese and eggs) for breakfasts on the run made and portioned up. Salads for two lunches this week made. Eggs boiled and peeled. All in all nearly twenty portions have found there way into the fridge or freezer.

The spare room has the other airer out of it and the spare chair from downstairs taken back downstairs. The rest of what the room needs can wait for the rest of the week.

Hair? That will get done tomorrow, I couldn’t face a shower tonight. I did a facemask, but the thought of a shower did me in.

Toe nails? I took my blue polish off and one nail feel off. Another two are FUBARd after the half marathon #sadface. Right in time for summer too. Anyone know how long toenails take to grow back? Asking for a friend.

I am however tucked up in a clean bed, and Archie is in a clean bed. Mt Foldmore will still be there tomorrow, as will the ironing. I did start my Project 333, I took clothes I’m not going to wear through Spring/ Summer and moved them down to the spare room. I still haven’t figured out my final list as I need to do my ironing first.

So all in all, a successful day. The three of us went to Archie’s Tae Kwon Do class too, which I don’t get to go to normally. Had a good catch-up with the other mums there, and organised a Kinder get-together too while we were there as well.

I’m still coughing, though not as bad and am about to nod off as I’m yawning copiously, but before I go I want to share this extraordinary book with you. While I pottered, I listened to Brené Brown’s Braving the Wilderness: The Quest for True Belonging for the third time since it landed in my Audible account, (I’ve also read it on my kindle too). It is extraordinary, and completely broke me open on a run last month, I slowed down, then stopped running as I was weeping so hard:

True belonging is the spiritual practice of believing in and belonging to yourself so deeply that you can share your most authentic self with the world and find sacredness in both being a part of something and standing alone in the wilderness. True belonging doesn’t require you to change who you are; it requires you to be who you are.

She affectionally calls the book “How to lose friends and piss off everyone” :D

All I know is that something massive is shifting within me, I’m losing alignment with something that isn’t fitting and realigning with something that is. What that looks like, I don’t know. But walking round the supermarket today, I thought to myself, I needed to get ill. I needed to stop, because what I was doing wasn’t working. My body will send me messages that I will occasionally listen too, but sometimes a pebble isn’t enough. Sometimes you need a great big rock thrown at you.

Putting my money where my mouth is

Yesterday we went to a community market in the next town, while predominantly crafts stalls, there are some food stalls and a green grocer. We’ve currently got one monthly farmers market nearby, (with others throughout the month a bit further drive from us), but from next month we’re going to have a farmers market, with two dates a month in the next town. To say we’re looking forward to it is an understatement. We love walking round, talking to the stall holders, selecting our produce and coming away fizzing with ideas on what to cook for the next week or so. I’ve decided to completely practice what I preach, so although I didn’t get up the gym this morning like I planned to, the fridge and freezers are full to bursting after spending most of the day on my feet cooking up a storm (hence me not going to the gym first thing, I’ll go after work instead).

How do you choose what to cook each day, do you just buy the same things week in, week out and rotate your favourite dishes round? I have been as guilty of that as the next person, particularly when I worked in the city and commuted in for 40 minutes in and out, missing my toddler all day long, when I got home I wanted something easy and simple to put on the table. We all know that there are days when life is crazy and you just reach for something quick, usually from the freezer. There is nothing wrong with that, at all, so do not beat yourself up about it. What you can do when you have a bit of time, (for us this usually over the weekend), is batch cook. Continue reading “Putting my money where my mouth is”