17092012 - Hello Square One....

Battered and bruised inside I hit the brick wall of life yet again and I have returned. Returned to chat, returned to vent, returned just to do something. Mentally for a while I have been cemented into a pothole. Mentally I have had enough of certain people in my life, people from my past mostly, emotionally tearing me apart. On my wedding anniversary back in February, I received a telephone call that simply shattered me. A call from a woman who until that day I idolised. She showed her ugly side to me that day and I was suddenly reminded of the loveless & bitter world I was brought up in. For 43 years I turned a blind eye to it all but when this 'woman' spat vile down the phone at me then hung up on me, I woke up and promptly fell into that dark hell of an emotional pothole. And I've been there for 7 months, dwelling, remembering, getting angry and putting on too much weight. My right knee know has premature arthritis due to the excess weight. My stomach is getting as low as a limbo stick and I am ashamed fullstop, I am horrendous. I want to start working again but who will employ me in the physical appearance state I am right now. No one. So, here I am waking up on Square One. I have a very long and lonely journey to commence. I am scared. I am angry but I have not eaten a chocolate today ;0) What I have to do is to learn to take my anger & frustrations and turn it into exercise, somehow. Obviously taking my anger & frustations out on a cask of wine and munchies was a very very terrible plan. Failure, big time! I have just watched Paralympians do their utmost best in London and I am ashamed of myself. What these athletes did over there gave me the biggest emotional & invisible upper cut. What the fuck is wrong with me?? If these wonderful athletes can achieve what they achieved, why am I drowning my sorrows over and over and over??? What really scares me is I have a positive attitude right now, but what about tomorrow, next week, next month??? I need to not misplace the positiveness that somehow found me today. So, please, sit back and enjoy my journey... yet again and pray, LOTS, that I do return tomorrow or next week just to hear me say I am not in that pothole, sod off pothole ... some one cement this friggin crap pothole PLEASE?!?! I could simply just walk away from one said pot hole ... good idea ;0)

02022012 - One month down, hello February

Well, did a 'naughty' today. If you find any 'self control', please post pak it to my address PLEASE?! Okay, it could have been alot worse. I had cheesecakes waving at me from their enclosure, but I did not surrender (but geez the caramel cheesecake did look adorable!). For lunch I did consume a toasted chook, cheese & avocado sanger ... but I did have the accompanying salad. High Five Me!! But, I also swallowed a dozen golden deep fried potato chips. Da da daaaaa. Yes I know, 'you're terrible Muriel'. However I did log onto my WW account, I did track what I ate and after my dinner tonight, I still have points left over... phew. If my hubby EVER comes home, I might get to exercise, without the young audience I have here. Or I might have a glass of wine if the young audience here mentions the 'ice cream' words yet again ;0) Or starts up their Star Wars noisy swordy things. Maybe I'll just have the entire wine cask if my boys continue to be the Mike Tyson & Evander Holyfields of the world. Gotta love children, alledgely ... ;0)

But it is now February. Farewell to 4-5weeks of 2012. I know I am not allowed to think 'long term' but hey, who else wants to be smaller by this New Years Eve huh?? We are exactly 333 days until NYE people!! Thats 49 weeks. That means a weight loss of up to 20-50kg or 80kilos if I ate exactly like Angelina Jolie!!! Move out Mr Pitt, I'm moving in!!! Okay, I'll settle for the Biggest Loser House with Shannan. He can push me up them stairs ANYTIME!!! ;0)

31012012-Crikey! You scared the shite outta me!

Well, well, well. I've written something two days in a row! Looking good, looking good! LOL.

I'm still plugging along and haven't had any 'downslides' today. Yesterday since the rain FINALLY racked off, I went for an extended walk to my sons school. So off I went, walked down the street and entered the walkway and I hear 'Hsssssss' and saw movement in the grass. Suddenly a long dark shiny SNAKE leapt out of grass and attempted to scale the Colourbond fence. My heart stopped. I've held snakes, I've patted them ... okay yes, they were 'secured' by zoo keepers BUT my heart also ceased operations. I kept walking, it kept slivering the opposite direction. I swear, if I see another snake today ... I AM GOING TO STAY FAT!! ;0)

Today I am a little stiff and sore after yesterday's "P!nk" workout with hand weights. Didn't get to do that same workout today but I will attempt extended walk in about half an hours time. Anyone know of a snake catcher who'd like to walk with me????

My mother once again is giving me grief. I am now her taxi and need to drive her about on Wednesday. She called today, Tuesday and abused me for not picking her up. She tells me appointments are today, the doctors offices confirm that I am correct. The vagueness and memory loss with my Mum is dramatically increasing by the day, also her frustration levels are being taken out on me whilst other members of my family don't cop it :0( So, so over it. I can't let her sabotage my 'weight war' again. Not this time.

30Jan2012 - New Year New Life

Gee, it's mighty quiet here today. HELLO! Anyone here?! LOL. Yes, I'm baccccccccck. Yes, againnnnnnnn. New Year, new chapters, let's start again.

I didn't blog here at all in 2011. I was either too ashamed, too embarrassed or helping my mother or well maybe I was stuck in hospital. It was the worst year I have ever endured in my life and I've had shockers before but 2011 was horrible. My weight escaluated due to personal problems and just hating myself. In September my Mum was found in a dreadful state, almost died, had a stroke, spent 8weeks in hospital. She left hospital expecting everyone to be there for her despite how unhealthy one may be. I had to put my family aside to be there for her. Then there was family frictions and turmoils not worth talking about here. Then my youngest son's eye decided not to work, scared us to death. He now wears glasses. And then October 13 2011 happened. I had a meltdown, I couldn't cope anymore. For 4 weeks I had endured constant phone calls about my mother's 'behaviour' in hospital. I am one of five siblings and I was drowning under all the issues that stemmed from my hospitalized mother. No one wanted to give me a hand up, no one asked if I was all right. It was 4.40pm, I hung up from a social worker's phone call and I screamed abuse at the fridge, at the microwave, at the oven, at the cutlery. I couldn't cope any more. 24 hours later, my health deteriorated. I could barely breathe, I had a stabbing pain in my lung, I was in trouble. At 7am on a Saturday 15th October, I shuffled into an Emergency Dept and asked for help. I had severe pneumonia with a giant big fat abscess growing inside my right lung. I didn't leave that hospital for another 3.5weeks. I decided then and there something had to change. No more trying to please every Tom, Dick and Harriette. I was sick of being sick, sick of being taken advantage of. 2011 was a shit year and I didn't want history to repeat itself.

Fast forward to today. New start didn't start straight away, but we're all aboard and journey has commenced!! I have recommenced "Weight Watchers Online" and have also joined a 10week Weight Loss Challenge being promoted on a TV Network. I need all the help I can get!!! My weight after New Year was 134kg, last week 133, today 131.8 :0)

I don't want to be this big anymore. I am almost an invalid. I endured one of those most embarrassing moments in life where I couldn't get out of a pool. I was so ashamed. I'd start to get out of this certain pool and then I'd get leg cramps, ohhhhh it was so embarrassing. No one helped me, they just looked and whispered, so so horrible. I knew then this body had to shrink. Oh and then there was the holiday snaps. Eeeeeek, say no more!!!

Sooooo, I returned with tail between legs, with tears in my eyes, to Weight Watchers On line. $29 per month, I log everything I do, I eat, I drink. Started well despite barely any exercise due to torrential rain here, but by Thursday I started to slide downhill. Wasn't a big slide, but there was a party, with beer, with wonderful food! I have to learn to make Lamb Kebab Sticks, yummo! Sorry, but yes, I was expecting not much of a weight loss ... but I got one. 1.6kg gone. YAY!!!

As I type, the rain is moving away and fingers crossed I can walk up the hill to retrieve my boys this arvo. This morning to celebrate my weight loss, I popped my P!nk concert DVD on and for 35min moved my fat overgrown bum about the room ... without the whinging, the whining, the interruptions from unnamed children under 8yrs of age. I WAS HOME ALONE AND IT FELT FANTASTIC!!! I sweated, I danced but I achieved a 35min workout and it felt wonderful (especially since one only had 4hours sleep due to the Best Tennis Grand Final ever seen!!!).

Soooo, off we go, yes again. I'd love this 'journey' to be a straight, no breakdown, no hassle kinda drive but we know that won't happen, don't we?! LOL. "Moving Forward Janelle, Movvvvvvvvving Forward" LOL

09102010 - 'I feel better now....'

My subject heading says it all ... I knicked "I feel better now..." off the Medibank Private TV ads ... hope they didn't mind ;0)

Well, I do, I do feel better now. All the anger, the confusion I have endured the past twenty years I wrapped up and threw it up on my blog late Thursday night and I put it out there for all to see. I don't know how many 'alls' actually read it. I do know two friends read it and thank you ladies for your comments, you are beautiful. I don't know if any of my family members bothered to read it, probably not, and well I don't care. I am sick of bottling up the grief, I am sick of biting my tongue. Yep, I simply had had enough and I told the world, well, okay, a few of you what has been going thru in my head for the past 20 years.

You don't become obese by being frequent visitors of McDonalds and drinking goonie juice all night long. There's a reason why you turn to fatty foods and alcohol and on Thursday night, after a bit of goonie juice LOL, I let it be known what has been rattling on in my head. Yes I am lucky, yes I could have more worse of problems than what has affected me, but I laid it out and fingers crossed I can kick down that emotional grief of a wall and get on losing this fat arse of mine!!!

And after 'expressing myself', I actually feel fantastic. Yesterday, on the actual anniversery of my father's death, I barely cried. I smiled, I remembered but I didn't cry. I felt like someone had lifted the burden off my shoulders and yep I do feel better now.

So onwards and upwards people .... time to live again I think :0)

08102010-If I could only turn back time ....

20 years ago today, I lost someone very close to me. Someone who treated me like a princess, someone who I really didn’t get to know that well. Hit that rewind button on the video machine people!!!

It was a Monday morning on the 8th October 1990, just 16 days after my wedding (a wedding that should never have happened, but it did and well hindsight’s a brilliant thing isn’t it?). It was 9am, I was still in pyjamas and I was watching a recording of the Brisbane Bullets V Eastside Spectres basketball semi final game. I was a proud Brisbane Bullets basketball devotee and my team had just beaten the Victorian team to get into the NBL Grand Final. I was on my honeymoon and my team, who no one gave a hope in hell in winning at all during the year, had made the Grand Final. Yes, I was on Cloud Nine! And then the telephone interrupted my elation ….

It was my sister and all I heard was “Don’t panic, he’s okay”. Apparently the last couple of hours my father had been to hell and back, and I knew nothing about it. I was pathetically celebrating my basketball team’s win whilst my father was lying in an ambulance and then a hospital. Meryl continued to tell me that ‘it was only a minor heart attack…but I think we should call in the family”. Heart attack??? This man walked me down the aisle just two weeks ago and he has had a mild attack?? And then I called my then husband at his work, asked him to come home, pick me up and we go to hospital. (Twenty years later I question myself why did I do that??? Why didn’t I just get into my VW Beetle and get to that hospital in no time. No, I waited and waited and eventually ‘he’ turned up). We got stuck at the intersection of Gympie and Webster Roads. Car in front braked immediately at an amber light, we were prepped to run the red, so we impatiently stewed and stewed and stewed. Eventually we got to Prince Charles and I bolted into that hospital. I had no idea where I was going, I eventually asked a front office girl. All I remember was a very long hallway, it felt like it stretched for miles. But I ran as fast as I could and soon I saw my mother sitting in a chair, next to an office table, by the door. And then I heard her voice … “He’s gone Janelle, he’s gone”. My Dad had died on a cold examination table at the Prince Charles Hospital. For hours I stroked my mother’s hair whilst she sobbed uncontrollably and my sister attempted to locate our siblings and other family members, very tricky thing to do when our family was as apart as it could be.

About an hour later, the time had come, the time to say our goodbyes. I mean how hard could it be? I had seen it many many times, in many many TV soapies. But no, no soapie can pre-warn you on seeing your own father lying lifeless under a sheet on a cold hospital examination table. There’s no laughter from him, there’s no ‘come here kiddo’ being spoken. The silence is horrible, the vision is something I never want to go through again. He lay there motionless, silent, eyes closed, with this horrible looking crappy cotton wool stuffed up his nose and his lips and eyelids all taped up. I was finding it hard to believe that it was my father lying there. Mum kept saying over and over “It’s just a shell Janelle, just a shell, your father has moved on”.

No Mum, he was no shell. This shell was my father. I came into his world when he was just 43yo, according to him and you I was ‘the apple of his eye’. No one had ever died on me. My Dad’s parents died when he was very young. My Mum’s parents died when I was 9 and 13yo, so I really had no idea what it was like to lose a loved one. One of the last memories I have of Dad was at my wedding, he looked so dashing in his white jacket and bow tie and silver hair. Now he was gone. After saying my ‘goodbyes’, we left the examination room and I collapsed into my then husband’s arms, belting the crap out of him and yelled “NO”, over and over and over again … (unfortunately too close to my mother, who still remembers that moment to this day).

Soon we arrived at my parents’ home, where the family slowly congregated to. Sadly I remember no hugs, no comforting, no ‘are you okays?’ I remember the Brisbane City Council attempting to plant a tree on my Father’s manicured perfect lawns, and they were quickly shushed away. I remember one certain brother of mine getting up me for eating something, mind you, I hadn’t even had breakfast but hey, lets pick on the baby sister huh??? And then I remember one by one, each of my siblings leaving. They all had their own families and because I was child-less, I was left to comfort Mum. I was 21yrs old. My parents NEVER cried infront of me, I had never had someone die on my like this, but they volunteered me to look after Mum. She was my Mum, and I was staying. I had to shut down my tears, shut down my grieving but it was for my Mum. But as my siblings slept in their cosy homes, they NEVER encountered the howling, the crying, the distress that came from my mother on that night of 8th October 1990. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep that night at all … (Needless to say, the howling still echoes through my head 20yrs later).

The next day my siblings suggested I write a poem for my Dad’s funeral. I had NEVER been to funeral fullstop. I had no idea what funerals entailed but I composed a poem and I nervously stood at that podium at Albany Creek on the 10th October, shaking like a leave. None of my older siblings would do it, none of them would pay homage to their father, they were too nervous apparently, left it to me … But I stood there, shaking like a leave, with my dead father three metres away from me in his coffin and I read that hastily put together poem and I remembered that Mum loved it, and that was the main thing.

08.10.2010 – 20 years later – I can’t believe it has already been twenty years. I swear the heart ache gets worse as each year passes by, and I know why. After the funeral was held, everything went back to normal, like nothing had happened. I was told very quickly, well just hours after my father’s funeral, by my then-husband to ‘get over it, he’s gone, get on with it’. I was more or less forced to shove all my mourning and grief into a box and throw the box away. I was never allowed to grieve, I never had that family to console me, I just wrapped all that heartbreak up and pretended it never existed. And let me tell you, that heartbreak never stays locked away. The longer you lock that heartache away, the worse the anger and hurt gets. Yes, I’ve tried counselling, but I’m sick of hearing from them professionals that there are millions of people worse off than me, but hello, that doesn’t change my bitterness and heartache doctors.

And what truly shatters my heart is that my two lovely boys will never know what a wonderful gentleman their ‘other’ Grandfather was. Noel Ross would have loved his two grandsons, he would have cuddled them, he would have taken them on many many train rides using his Gold QR Card. But unfortunately my two boys only want to know one grandfather and that truly shatters my heart. No matter how many photos I show them, there is only one Grandad and that kills me. And also, I never got to hear those words that all my other siblings got to hear. When they had their many children, my Dad said one thing to each of his children but me … “Hey look, they’ve got the ROSS nose!” He would proudly say and laugh wildly. Sadly I never got to hear that, sadly my Dad didn’t hang around to see me leave the loser that he told me not to marry. Sadly he didn’t hang around to see me meet and then marry a wonderful man, a man who is addicted to QR like Dad was. And sadly he didn’t see his ‘princess’ give birth to two beautiful boys who will never know or hear their other Grandfather.

Don’t get me wrong. Death happens. Expected or Unexpected. I accept death. What really pisses me off is we now live in the age of digital technology. My two boys have thousands of photos and hours of video coverage if something ever happens to their fraternal grandparents, me or Andrew. What do I have of my Dad??? A video tape of my 1990 wedding where I hear him speak only a couple of times. If I want to hear what my Dad sounds like again, I have to watch my first wedding again. Its like watching a horror movie. I want to set fire to that video tape but I can’t, it’s the only tape recording of my father’s voice :0( Today, I can’t remember how my Dad sounds, I can’t remember his moves, I can’t remember much at all about my Dad, its like he died when I was 2, and not 21. And everyone around me thinks I am so obese because I simply eat too much chocolate and drink too much wine … well when your heart aches as much as mine does, the chocolate and wine help immensely.

So forgive me if I’m not much company on Friday 8th October. Mentally I am back in 1990. I wish I was back in 1990. I wish I cancelled that wedding that should have not happened to see if it made a difference. I will always blame myself for Dad’s death. I was his ‘princess’, I hooked up with his worst nightmare and I married him, and two weeks later, Dad died. Do I feel guilty??? Have a look at me and you decide ….

06102010 - Proud moment

Yes, I returned ... tee heee

Well mixed day today but not one drop of wine touched my tongue - YAY. This morning I took 3yo Cyclone son shopping and we had a reasonably happy time. Normally there's tandrums and tears. I had finally felt 'the light at the end of the terror tot tunnel' was quickly coming my way. All felt fantastic ... until ...

10am, Aisle 8 Woolies Supermarket, 5 minutes from completing shopping. I was delighted that for once it had been a happy trip out and suddenly I heard the word "Poo" come from my son's mouth and that was followed by an odour of the horrible kind. Poor kid had a small and mild dose of diahorrea. Within 10 minutes I had that boy in the nearest Mothers Room, much to the disgust of the 'yummy mummies' who thought it wasn't a great idea that my 3yo was in their room. Go Figure! I got him into a Pull Up and off home we go. Soon came another 'wave' of diahorrea and just as I put a mouthful of lunch into my mouth, his head blew up all over the kiddies Winnie the Pooh lounge suite which is now in a 100 pieces, don't ask! (I couldn't get the stupid friggin' cover off and now there's lounge foam everywhere in my laundry. LOL). So, I clean him, the carpet and the lounge suite up and go to laundry to, well, deal with the mess. Then he 'exploded' again and again ... on my lounge chair. He was worse than a volcano I swear. I call up hubby in tears. How quickly my reasonable day had, well, exploded ... like my son's head. LOL. At 1pm, I was eagerly awaiting to put lips to wine glass ... and it never happened. I didn't do it, I couldn't. I had to put mind over matter, I put the scale numbers flashing over and over in my head. I soooo wanted that drink, but it failed to happen and I'm stoked :0) Normally after a day of scrapping up vomit or any other eeeky kiddy crap, I must have a wine that night to wind me down. Not tonight and its a huge thing for me.

Oh by the way, my Cyclone son is much better. Daddy rushed home and of course son hasn't 'exploded' at either end since lunch time. At 3.30pm I came home from picking other son up from school, and both Cyclone and Daddy were fast asleep.

Now I sit and wait to see if my lunch stays down. I was eating WW Cabonara for lunch and after my son's explosions, I was still trying to eat the cold pasta an hour later .... ewwwww....