The last few years haven’t been easy, but my life has recently started settling into a vaguely normal pattern again. For a few years when I first arrived in Australia I felt like I was treading water, trying to stay afloat and hoping that something more permanent would come along.
2018 was a great year of changes for me.
Those of you who have been following my blog for some time will be familiar with this, but for those who haven’t been in the loop, here’s the quick version: the door of the veggie shop where I was doing casual work closed, but the door of the hardware store where I was also a casual opened even wider. Within a few weeks I was on a permanent contract in the hardware store, working part-time for 30 hours a week.
Moving into a cute little cottage, unpacking all my treasured bits and pieces and buying a car followed in quick succession. Soon I was up and running my own life again, but feeling rather exhausted by it all. Towards the end of last year I began to spend time looking back on my life, trying to take stock of where I was and how far I had come in the last four years. A close friend who lives far away told me to slow down and stop trying to do everything at once.
She’s right. The start of a new year is always a good time to look forwards, rather than backwards. The view from here is good. I’m happy and getting my life back on track, slowing down to a sedate pace and managing to do most of the things I set out to do.
There is, however, one area of my life that I’ve been neglecting. I’ve never been a fast food junkie, but I have come to rely too much on convenience foods. It’s easier to open a bag or box and microwave the contents rather than get out the cooking pots and make a mess that I’m too tired to clean up afterwards. Apart from fresh fruit in my breakfast smoothie, all the vegetables I eat have been prepared by someone else in a factory somewhere. Unfortunately this has had an adverse effect on my energy levels – and that’s a mistake that is entirely my own doing.
My excuse up till now is that I’m getting older, but in reality that’s no excuse. I have on my computer a 20-page file I began making more than twenty years ago. It has the very dry title of “Measurement and Weight Statistics” and I originally started it because I was trying to get in shape for my twenty-year high school reunion. I managed that in about four weeks. Over the years since then, every time I’ve fallen off the fitness wagon I’ve started a new page with a new number, listed my weight statistics and measurements, and outlined my fitness and eating programme to get me back in shape. For the next few weeks or months, there have been updates and comparisons with what’s been gained or lost. As the years have gone by, I have clocked up an impressive fourteen fitness or eating successes. Each time it’s been a little harder to get back into shape, of course.
Yesterday I added number fifteen to that file. I measured and weighed, and was surprised at how little my current shape differs from the last time I did this – nine years ago.
I know that my weight fluctuated more in 2015 than ever before. When I was packing to leave South Africa four years ago I dropped about eight kilograms in five months. I was too scared to weigh myself then, and it took another eight months and a road trip through New South Wales with my best friend Jackie to put six or seven of those kilograms back on.
I’ve added another few since then, but now it’s time to get rid of them. I’ve already started growing (and harvesting) my own tomatoes, strawberries and beetroot. It will take more effort to prepare a salad than a sandwich for my work lunches, but I anticipate that it will be well worth it in the end. This time the main objective is not to lose weight, but to gain more energy so that I can manage my time, my job and my writing from a healthier place.
I’ll let you know how it goes…