Regular readers will have heard of the antics of my four year old niece – who is still at nursery but sounds as if she belongs at university sometimes. She is such a wise old thing and can hold such in-depth conversations with you that it is sometimes easy to forget she only a tiny dot!
Having realised from an early age that her Auntie is fatter than the rest of the people she knows, she regularly updates me with her current thoughts on this. Earlier this year she told me that she had noticed that I no longer walked like a penguin…or kind of waddled from side to side…but was walking more like a ‘proper’ person! I was also told that I couldn’t have a mince pie at Christmas as they weren’t healthy, but that she would let me have one when I had lost my weight…and then she added that that probably meant I wouldn’t be having one next year either as I had so much to lose, but the year after might be okay. And the look she gave me when I said that I would love a bike was priceless…she sighed in relief when I added that it wouldn’t be until I was slimmer, and actually said something along the lines of, “Thank goodness…I hoped you weren’t thinking of one now, you are far too fat for a bike yet, you would look so silly!”
When I was putting her and her brother to bed the other week she said that I really shouldn’t keep walking up and down the stairs as it sounds like they are going to break when I do. And earlier that day when she was in a mean mood, she said I couldn’t go into the kitchen as I wouldn’t fit through the door…which was the same response she gave when I said that I was going to see her dentist; the door wouldn’t be big enough. Charming! Apparently when I get in the car it bounces too much and makes her wobble too.
I actually like her being open about this sort of stuff though as it means I can have a conversation with her about it. I would rather she talked me me rather than hearing that she had been saying things at nursery to children that weren’t appropriate…it almost gives me an opportunity to help her learn to love the differences of other people. So we talk about why some things are okay to say to me, but not to say to other people, and we talk about health and exercise too. She has been to a few Slimming World groups with me and we looked at the pictures of healthy meal ideas, and she knows for example that Snack a Jacks are a better option than Walkers crisps. She also knows that fruit and veggies are really important and healthy, and that calcium helps bones grow etc. We have little mini workouts in my ‘healthy corner’ with the treadmill and weights…she quick likes the boxing mitts!
I can’t take the credit for this though – as Dr Ranj and his programmes help too – as does the food my sister gives her. But I like getting to talk to her about food and healthy living. I would hate to see her grow up and have the same problems as me, and I would hate for her to grow up with strange food fads. So she knows that you can enjoy some foods occasionally, but not all of the time. We are planning a baking session soon – chocolate crispie cakes…so not too healthy, but she was the one who said we could only have a little one each day!
This babysitting malarkey has really opened my eyes as to how quickly children pick up habits and learn new things. The MTV channel now has a lot to answer for as she flipped channels and discovered a lady named Iggy – a white Aussie rapper – who was shaking her shapely but substantial buttocks around…and is now known as the ‘shaky bum lady’. Oh, and Macklemore – a white American rapper – apparently has a ‘rather fancy coat’…a fur one which he wears in his ‘Thrift Shop’ video…so she is now a fan of rap music! I did try and encourage more suitable role models but as her little friend at nursery has already taught her the lyrics to ‘Do it like a dude’ by Jessie J, I don’t know what hope I have.
Yesterday’s little comments were quite funny too. I suggested a dancing competition but she was too tired and wanted to relax. Apparently her and her brother had already decided on a relaxed afternoon…they are four and two years old…and didn’t want too much noise. She told me that she couldn’t possibly dance as the sleep she had had the night before was sleep for relaxation and not sleep for dancing, so she just didn’t have the energy! Oh, and apparently when you ‘pump’ or ‘trump’ you are supposed to say ‘cucumber’ as a warning…according to her friend at nursery.
She was also flicking through a Peppa Pig magazine which had come with a small mixing bowl and whisk to make cakes, and when I commented on how small the bowl was, she took great time to consider this. She then said, “I know what they’ve done…they’ve made it small so we can’t eat too much cake and get fat. But what they don’t know is that if we had strawberry cake it would be okay as strawberries are fruit and that is fine…it’s only a problem if we have chocolate cake!” So I think I may have more work to do on the food education front!
I adore looking after them and it makes me feel young again – you see the world through young eyes again; eyes that aren’t pessimistic! I also love looking after them as one of my real desires is to become a foster carer – and with no children of my own (I don’t want my own, I never have, but have always said I would like to foster or adopt) getting the practice in is important as I would like to be able to show that I have dealt with certain situations with them. And I get so much out of the fact that I am now able to look after them – I don’t get frustrated when I have dinner time battles with my nephew – I am just so happy to be having them, as this time last year I would never have been able to help as much as I do. In fact I couldn’t sit at the dinner table with them as I was so big that I couldn’t sit upright properly and found that their chairs cut off the circulation in my legs…so this babysitting is giving me so much…and I even do it for free!
Anyway, enough of that – those of you with children will know what a delight they can be, yet what a handful they can be too. I think that children are the greatest gift you can have and that there is so much more to being a mother or father than just biology. And most of the people I have come into contact with through my Mums fostering will agree to that too…biology does not a good parent make!
The usuals today were…
A night of interrupted sleep…after a late night spent reading, I finally fell asleep only to be woken at 4am by the neighbours new puppy who they had let out, only to leave it there whining, which woke me up. I drifted back off to then hear a cacophony of birdsong at 5.30am…followed by the workshop foreman opening up behind the house and starting some bloody generator! The alarm then went off for my other half to get up…he told me to stay in bed…which I did, but didn’t get much shut-eye. So I just got up and decided to check in with the repairers who are supposed to be fixing Freddie, only to be told that they found further damage yesterday and have had to order additional parts and so they might not be able to fix it by the estimated completion date. To say I am fuming is an understatement – but Swiftcover are about as much use as a chocolate teapot and are just leaving me to do the chasing. I would never recommend them and will not be insuring with them again – saving money in the short term is not worth the hassle in the long run! I then had lectures to watch, on Zen Buddhism of all things and I was not feeling very Zen after the insurance debacle…it took a lot of will power to keep watching and to stay engaged! Anyway, I then had a stomach upset after lunch – the bacon was a bit dodgy – and so spent a bit of time relaxing until it passed…watching more lectures about irrational behaviour. A quiet night is planned – so not much excitement today.
Breakfast: Two Scan Bran (0.5 HEB) with chopped plum, apple, banana and orange, topped with fat free natural yogurt.
Today’s food was good! The brekkie was another new one…I softened some Scan Bran with boiling water and mixed in a tiny bit of sweetener and then used this as a base. I topped it with chopped fruit and then some yogurt. Lunch was lovely at the time – but bacon tasted a bit weird and I soon found out that all wasn’t well! I was also annoyed as I had thought the sausages were the rosemary and red onion ones, but it turns out they were the normal veggie ones and were 2 syns each. Anyway, getting over that, I progressed with dinner which was a lamb steak that I chopped up and threaded onto kebabs with a green pepper, a massive red onion and a few mushrooms. I then made a salad which I dressed with a minty yogurt concoction and cooked some sweet potato chips. I was in the mood for kebabs and so had a couple of pittas as my syns…and it was a lovely meal.
Exercise: None – other than exercising my mouth when eating or trying to get to the bottom of the insurance crap!
Thank you reading,
Weight Loss Bitch xxx