A day of my diet!

Well I hear people say the word DIET is a dirty word and makes you play head games

I don’t mind the word diet, my dogs diet is dog bikkies and pet mince, my cats diet is cat food..  we all have a diet.. and its our choice if its good or bad.

Today my challenge was to photograph all my food intake 🙂 good bad or down right ugly. Knowing I was posting the pics.. it was quite good! and I now realise I have a huge issue with grazing through the day, going shopping buy grapes, grab a handful on the walk around (after paying for them) and I didn’t take my phone.. so no grazing.

Well heres todays diet

 

What does your day look like? is it colourful, does it have a good variety?

 

Ordinary or Extraordinary.. MY CHOICE!

Well I better introduce myself and give people an idea of the things in my life that make me ME.

I was an abused child, sexually, emotionally and also lived a life of forced poverty (my parents were comfortable financially but having survived a war, them growing up in an occupied nation, created a need for them to hoard money, meaning I never knew what deodorant, tooth paste, tooth brushes or even fresh bread were 😦  )  I was forced to beg for school funding for school uniforms and never even owned textas (even cheap ones) until I was 16 and had my own money from austudy.

I was always strived at school, teachers saw that I wanted and loved to learn, they pushed me and tried to pick me up, other students saw a child that didn’t fit, was weird, poor, and felt the need to bully me, and even threatened to kill me.

I would go home to a mother who said “why are you bothering with school and grades, you will just be a wife and mother, that is all life is”

My mother and I were not close, we had no connection, I felt that I was never SEEN (she never once asked me what I wanted to do, be, or what excited me, she never took the time to know who I was) We grew up without the words I LOVE YOU,  up until a few years ago (I was 35) I never remember being hugged by my mother.

Recently I got an email from a brother (who was one who abused me) and my mother saying “the world would be a better place if I just went and hung myself” I thought I was ok, tried to move on. But it HURT. (It is a long story but really I had tried to stop my brother scamming yet another person, I am not like them, money is not worth that much to me that I would hurt people, lie or steal to get it)

I have spent about 2 months now, hurting, dwelling on it… I have spent the last 4 years trying to build a relationship with my mother, trying to work out how to get her to SEE me for who I was and be proud of me.  I visited her every mothers day, birthday, easter, Christmas, gave her gifts and spent the day with her. Ever year I came home feeling frustrated as no matter what… I could never feel I mattered to her.

Today thinking In the car driving (had a long drive ahead of me alone) I was wondering why do I seek my mothers acceptance, is it because its expected by society. Then why do I feel I need that? I have tried and each time keep ending up feeling like I am not good enough for even my own mother to care about me. Then … go hang myself?

I know in my heart it hasn’t got to do with me, I am good enough, I am amazing, I came through that childhood, I became an honest person (being taught to shop lift, jump in bins and beg for things) which in itself is AMAZING! I have a family, it just doesn’t include my mother or those siblings. My family is my incredible hubby who picked me up and gave me a life. My children, 2 wonderful girls who love me and tell me I am beautiful and loved  :’)

I don’t need to find my mothers acceptance, I need to move on and let her go.. FOREVER.

 

I then started thinking of my oldest daughter, 16, In a conversation with her a couple nights ago, I remember saying “I don’t want your life to be ordinary, like mine, I want your life to be extraordinary!”

 

driving thinking…. why do I settle for ordinary? It is not too late to make my life extraordinary too! who am I .. and what excites me..

 

Its time.. .my ORDINARY life is coming to an end.

From now on, My life is going to be extraordinary, and I am going to be who I want to be.

Who is that?

Someone who loves a challenge

Someone who loves being fit and healthy and joining in

Someone who tries things that others say are too hard!

This is me..

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