still on the wagon

 

Coffee without sugar?

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Yuck.

I’m told I’ll get used to it. In about 6 months or six years. Not sure which. But right now I’m wondering if I need caffeine that much… yuck.

I’m pretty proud of myself this week. I haven’t eaten any sweets, even though Wayne got into the chocolate biscuits and left an open packet with two mint slice bikkies on the kitchen table, just staring at me. I left them there for two days till they disappeared into someone else’s mouth.

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Zefi 1 – Wayne 0

I haven’t had a single teaspoon of sugar in anything, not a single lolly has crossed my lips. I’ve eaten some plain crackers and sourdough wholemeal bread… I was really good till last night when we went to a quiz night and I ate 1.5 white bread sandwiches. Not too bad… I drank disgusting unsweetened coffee instead of coke and when Wayne won a box of chocolates I didn’t have a single ONE.

I look amazing. I’ve lost hundreds of kilos and millions of inches….

As if.

I look no different, though I may have felt what might be, possibly, the outline of my ribs when I lay down yesterday. But I could be mistaken. It has been a while…

I’m hanging out till the day before I leave for Greece to try on clothes (and swimsuits) I’ll be taking with me in the hopes that maybe I can fit into my thin person jeans.

As if 3 or 4 weeks of eating healthy will make up for 10 years of not. Ha.

But its good to have dreams.

And really, it hasn’t been as hard as I thought it would be. Except the coffee. That IS hard. Its almost like something clicked over in my brain and I have the willpower to say no. But its not that even. It doesn’t feel like willpower…

To me willpower would be to look at sweets and really really want one but say no.

I’m not feeling that. I look at them, and I can look at them and even think they look nice and know they’d taste nice, but I just don’t want them. I turn away and its not a struggle…

I can’t describe this feeling, it really is like I finally found the off switch. Which is why I think I’m staying away from all sweet things (except fruit) in case the switch goes on again and I can’t turn it back off.

Maybe the doctor was right and she ‘scared me straight’… maybe it was just time. Whatever, I wish I’d found this switch years ago.

z

no sugar

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Hello. My name is Zefi and I’m a sugar addict.

I’m the poster child for sweet teeth, forget sweet tooth!

There have been days in my life where not only did I eat sweets, but I ate only sweets. In fact, there have been plenty of times I’ve disgusted myself.

I know that diabetes runs in my family, and yet I chose to live with my head in the sand. Like Tom Hanks (I love Tom Hanks!), I lived like life was a party and there was no tomorrow.

My last two few visits to the doctor went something like this: “You have high blood pressure. Not too high, but a bit of concern. You need to lose weight and exercise more. You’re healthy and all, but you need to lose weight and exercise more. You’re insulin levels are fine, at the moment, but you’re not exactly metabolising sugar really well, which is a precursor to diabetes… you need to lose weight and exercise more. Stop eating sweets and carbs. You need to lose weight and exercise more. ”

You get the picture.

The visit before last I began to walk. I’d take the boys for a 1 hour walk most mornings (a real walk, not an amble). But like most things, life got in the way. How do I make time to walk daily and still be able home on time groom? I need to work.

Last visit I thought ok, I really need to do something. Really.

So I decided to cut down on sugar.

Like, stop eating sweets. Like not stop sugar in my coffee, but not eat sweets. I can do that. Surely…

Then I realised that I actually have to be a bit more proactive than that. The problem is I’m so lazy when it comes to thinking about what I should and shouldn’t eat. I’ve always worked on the “I’m hungry, I’ll grab something to eat” principle. And if what I grab is a ‘healthy’ sugar-filled muesli bar, or a slab of chocolate cake, well, I ate something

I always disliked all those ‘my body is my temple’ people who bore everyone to death about their diets and that, somehow, always seem to be sick…

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I don’t want to be one of those boring people: a ‘born again’ healthy person.

And yet, here I am. Working my way towards a holier than thou position if I succeed.

Its been almost a week with minimal sugar. I’ve resisted the licorice bullets on the table and the chocolate biscuits in the cupboard. I let Wayne finish the chocolates. Today I had coffee without sugar for the first time. I’ve been having tea without sugar for 2 days. I’ve snacked on cheese and crisp bread, I ate one slice of toast with my eggs instead of two, I ate one jelly snake and I had ice cream three times. (Ice cream doesn’t count…)

Ok. I’m not perfect! Its a work in progress!

Thing is, I don’t know how long I can keep this up or if I can even. So far it hasn’t been that hard, no bad withdrawals… but when it comes to reading labels at the supermarket and putting things back “cause that has sugar in it” … hm… and how do I live without bread and pasta?

The theory is that if I can get myself under control now, I won’t actually get diabetes and won’t ever have to deny myself sweets forever more. Right? Please tell me that’s right. I can still have an ice cream now and then if I don’t have ice cream 5 nights a week, plus 6 chocolate bars, 3 bags of lollies, a slice or two of cheesecake and 2 packets of biscuits…

Right?

Surely.

I hope.

z

 

a poodle portrait

I finished a commissioned poodle portrait the other day and realised that I hardly ever share any art on my blog. I mean, I share almost everything else I do, but art… not that often.

So I decided it was time to share a portrait I did a while ago and don’t believe I shared except on Facebook.

This is Andre, a gorgeous standard poodle.

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And this is my painting of Andre for his loving parents.

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Its pastel on paper, which is the medium I prefer to work with.

I just love using my fingers to work the colours, I think that’s why I love it so much. Nothing between me and the pigments. Its not quite the same when using a brush, there’s a stick between me and the work.

Anyway, I’ll share the most recent portrait soon as it arrives at its destination. I don’t want to ruin the surprise.

I’ve also been working on another portrait, something completely different. No hints on that yet… its a secret!

So, what else has been happening? You may have heard about the awful floods around Hobart and the Derwent Valley. We got lucky this time. Unlike so many other times, we only had minor flooding in our creek. No lakeside property for us … yet… this year.

I’m preparing for my upcoming visit to Greece and getting excited. So much to do, so little time!

Why is it that we always feel we have to do everything before we go on a trip? Its not like I’ll be going away forever!

z

 

a bunny ear-phone holder

Have you seen the cutest little bunny ear-phone holder on Pinterest?

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Well. I had to try it. Its just so darn cute! (I’m not the only one who tried it. You can see other examples here.)

So, meet my bunny. I made him out of extra thick felt and put stiffener between the front and back on the body to make him stronger. The ears and tongue are made from  regular thickness felt squares.

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Pretend you don’t notice where I went off kilter with the sewing machine on the ear…

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I gave him a little something extra… a pom pom tail!

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And, I couldn’t make him without making him more ‘mine’… hence the button eye and the X eye. My little imperfect bunny.

Since I finished him I’ve also added a little clip to his side so I can now clip him to my bag. That keeps him from getting lost (falling out of the bag or falling to the bottom of the bag requiring me to empty to entire bag to find him), and keeps him handy.

I’m happy with my little bunny.

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the post gets decorated

I went out to the car this afternoon and noticed the post we put in the ground this week had been decorated.

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Ok, the colour isn’t perfect, its not exactly high visibility… but the design and idea is brilliant.

I love it!

It makes me smile and I love having things that make me smile around me.

z

so, what have you done lately?

For the last few weeks I’ve been struggling to get anything done in the yard (I won’t call it a garden cause right now its far from pretty) and been feeling a real need to tidy it up and prepare it for winter. You know. Cut things back, pull up deal annuals, deadhead… etc etc.

And mow. We’ve had odd weather lately: cold, wet, windy. Then sunny and gorgeous. So the lawn (or the weeds I call lawn) has been growing like crazy, then its too wet to mow… Then Wayne lets the horses into the yard to eat the grass and they trim back things I don’t actually want trimmed and poop all over the place…

Well, we finally had a couple of sunny dry days in a row and I was able to get stuff done.

I know, you’re fascinated. My life is so exciting.

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I only managed to weed and mulch two tiny garden beds. The pretty daisy bush above was a nice round shape till one of the horses ate the middle out of it…

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Believe it or not, there’s a narrow garden bed in there, just below the wall. The alysum has spread out of it and totally covered the little footpath. Its pretty though so all I did there was cut back the dead lupins.

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I finally managed to cut down and remove the two banksia roses I had climbing the trellis above. Yes, I love pale yellow banksia roses, but only if they actually flower! Those bushes have been in that spot since pretty much the year we bought this place and they grew and grew and grew but never flowered. Ever. I’d get one sprig with a few tiny buds. What they did do, though, was get a powdery mildew-ey tpe of disease on the leaves every single year. I decided they needed to go. Well, to be moved. I’ve taken cuttings. Fingers crossed. The cut back plant/roots need to be dug up next. I don’t know how they’d take to being moved, but if they make it great. If not, hopefully a couple of the cuttings will take.

The trellis looks so naked without the banskias.

Meanwhile, one small area of the embankment is looking pretty with the two different shades of cosmos flowering.

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And I love the autumn colours of the ornamental grape vine I put in a couple of years ago.

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Unlike some parts of the world, we don’t have a lot of red autumn colours in Australia. Most native plants are evergreen, but here in Tasmania we have a lot of poplars that go golden in autumn like these on one of the walking tracks in New Norfolk.

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The story goes that these poplars were brought over from England and first planted at a farm in the Derwent Valley, then were used as windbreaks by most farms growing hops in the area.

Other than playing with plants, I spent a little time finding a home for the bird cages I bought at the tip shop last week. I normally put plants in these but for now I just wanted to put them somewhere till spring. I’ve hung them on the side of the grooming room.

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I managed to bash my middle finger with the hammer while doing it. The same poor finger I almost decapitated a couple of years ago. sigh…

The other thing we managed to do (we cause this was a two person job, not to mention a lot more people if they were available) was put this lovely big HEAVY post into the ground. Please note the little plant in the top of it. Theoretically that plant will grow and cover the post with flowers…

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So, what’s with the post? Well… See that retaining wall? It was hit TWICE by customers dropping off or picking up dogs. The first time someone hit it it knocked the end of it out of wack. The second time it was hit the sleepers were knocked off the small post entirely.

And neither time did anyone say “Hey, I’m so sorry, I just ruined your retaining wall”

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You know… I appreciate that people trust me to groom their dogs, but this is sort of beyond rude. I know a low retaining wall is hard to see over the back of a vehicle, but really? Why would you not say something?

Hence the huge post.

We might be going straight to hell for this, but the reasons are twofold:

  1. its harder to miss something that’s only a smidge shorter than me
  2. if someone hits this, they’ll know it… and it’ll give them something to remember it by!

Bwahaha!

(As I said, me, Wayne, hell…)

I have no idea what this thing was originally. We have two of them, both lying in our top paddock. They’re galvanised metal on the outside and filled with concrete except for the top area where I put the plant.

We’re talking SOLID. Not easily pushed over!

Ok. Now the plan is to paint it to make it stand out even more than it does so there’s no reason anyone would ever run into it. Red or red and white stripes comes to mind, but I’d like something more fun and imaginative. Ideas anyone?

z

another charging station

Remember when life was simpler, and not every power point and surface in your house had multiple cables connected to a myriad of devices being charged?

Ah. Those were the days…

I’m getting sick of it to be honest. I keep creating charging spaces and shelves and spots and there’s still too many things being charged on the kitchen bench.

We don’t have a huge kitchen. Our bench space is limited, and we have enough crap on it already… I don’t want phones, hearing aid controls, battery chargers and headlamps on the kitchen counter thankyouverymuch.

Not sure if you remember my upcycled drawer charging station. And here in its newest incarnation. Its still used all the time and is even better now I have one of those multiple USB charger towers inside. We use that for our phones and Kindles mainly. But there are still more things that need charging…

Which is why (given Wayne’s tendency to use the kitchen bench as a charging station) I created this little spot…

The background (without pics as I naturally forgot to take before pics!): I found this little enameled tin box somewhere along the line and had to have it cause its just so cute. Of course, it didn’t look like this when I bought it. See the blue-ish grey colour on the strip in the middle? It was that colour. And there was a bright blue unevenly painted, blurry line around all the edges. Which I discovered wasn’t waterproof as it ran when I washed it. Ugly.

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So it got a Zefi makeover. I washed it well, scrubbed off the offensive blue, then taped off the middle strip cause I wanted to keep the word. Allumettes = matches. In French. What’s not to like? Lastly it got a couple of coats of gloss antique white spray paint. I like the way it makes the blue/grey stripe stand out.

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My idea was that, since Wayne continues to use that power point on the bench to charge various small devices, I’d give him somewhere to put them. Hide the cables inside the box, place small items inside too. Sounds like a good idea, right? Yep. You’d think…

Yet, I come in the other day and see this:

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Sometimes you just can’t win…

I’ve ordered him another multiple USB charger and I’m going to make a shelf for him at his desk… what can possibly go wrong with that?

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a couple of small felted projects

I haven’t had a lot of time lately to do (let alone share!) a lot of projects. But yesterday I had a bit of time to do a couple of little things.

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You know those annoyingly tangley cords on your ear buds/headphones? Well, I’ve decided I need to take this pair with me when I go to Greece in a couple of months and I do NOT want to deal with them getting messed up in the bottom of my bag all the time. So I decided to make a little pouch for them.

I had this little pocket lying around on the floor of my office/craft room. Literally lying around. Cause I have 2 bags of pure wool jumpers I felted ages ago and haven’t done anything (much) with. I did cut this pocket off one of them at some stage though…

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All I had to do to make this pouch was to find two buttons I liked and locate a hair band in my stash of ‘handy things’. Then I stitched the band on one side with a button, and a button on the other side to sling the band over to close.

Easy peasy.

The front is way cuter with the edging.

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Then, since I had the felted bits out, and needle and thread handy, I figured it was time to make my old headphones usable again. These old things work fine but they’d been in a box for so long the foam pads had disintegrated. Very uncomfortable to wear without them. I wouldn’t recommend it.

So, I made my own warm and cosy covers.

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Not the fanciest and my design leaves a lot to be desired (notice I’m not showing the sides where I’ve had to fudge them to make them fit better). But hey, they work! And maybe next time I make covers I can do a better job…

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we have turkeys

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Yesterday we welcomed two more mouths to feed  critters to our menagerie of feathered friends. Two male turkeys.

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We got these boys from the RSPCA where they were being cared for after being seized from a neglectful place. I’m not sure of any details, but when a friend mentioned that there were turkeys looking for new homes, Wayne was first to jump at the chance.

He likes big birds that make noise.

Seriously. He wanted turkeys cause they gobble. He wanted geese cause they honk. We have a really loud farm. Forget the peace and quiet of the country! Around here you’re never able to sleep in.

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There were girls to be had as well, but after our experience with the geese*, I didn’t want more eggs to steal.

*I bought Wayne 3 geese for Christmas a few years ago. Two boys and one girl: Jethro, Hank and Annabelle. We now have 14 geese, and the only reason we ONLY have 14 geese is that I crawl around and face off with angry female geese every summer when they lay eggs and steal them.

So we now have two male turkeys. I really hope they don’t start fighting like the roosters do. The ganders don’t fight… maybe we’ll get lucky with the turkeys…

For now only one of them has a name. The black boy is called Polanski. Roamin’ Polanski to be exact… cause he’s already figured out how to get out of the paddock we put them in to settle them in (and introduce them to the horses who’ve already stood at the fence wondering at the new family members). Polanski can get in and out of the paddock at will.

Luckily for us, the brown boy isn’t as nimble (or maybe as adventurous) so he hasn’t made a break for freedom yet. I say luckily cause we really were expecting to wake up this morning and find them both gone. I think the only reason Polanski hasn’t run off is cause his mate won’t follow him. Yet. Or hopefully ever.

We think they’re young boys as they’re not gobbling yet. We look forward to that soon.

Did I mention we have magpies? Yes! I’m so thrilled! We’ve never had magpies here before. To me their song is the sound of the australian countryside. Well, them and kookaburras! But we’ve had those, and enjoyed their laughter regularly. Its great to have magpies here now  too.

And just so you know, I got a new tablet and this is my first post on it! Its taking a bit of getting used to…

z

 

i used to be a good cook

At least a decent one… I could cook things and feed friends and family without poisoning anyone and with minimal face pulling and stuffing food into handbags.

I used to actually enjoy cooking. But then it became a chore. And I don’t even have kids! How pathetic is that? I blame the fact that the men in my life have always been prehistoric when it comes to food: meat, meat and maybe a vegetable now and then if they’re feeling generous. And I tend to cook very light on the meat. I’m not a vegetarian, though I should be. I just can’t be bothered to work that hard for food. Being on any special diet means you have to think and plan what you put in your mouth…. Too much hard work.

When I’m in the mood I’ll cook. Or (more likely) bake. I love baking but lately, it doesn’t seem to like me as much.

Case in point:

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What was meant to be apple crumble… more like charcoal crumble…

I’ve made apple crumble for years. I make a GREAT apple crumble… yet for some reason I burned it. It seems like almost everything I cook/bake lately is burned. In fact, if its not burned its probably not cooked.

I did manage to make a beautiful spanakopita last week – not a bit of charcoal to be found!

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Normally I make my own pastry for my spanakopita, but that time I’d bought some medium thickness filo pastry from a greek deli to try. It was good, but I still prefer my rustic country pasty.

Yum.

I think its time to make another spanakopita. I can live on that stuff.

I also made pasta flora last week too. This is what’s left of it:

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You can find my mom’s pasta flora recipe here. The spanakopita recipe is here.

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