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Home Safe

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Well, here I am… back in the Big Smoke and while glad to be home I am disappointed to have left Canberra after such a short visit.

Canberra is a very cool place actually. It has a bit of a bad rap because of all the governmental and bureaucratic type of palaver that goes on down there but there is a really relaxed feel about it and the roads are wide and clear and there is lots of green. And lots of flowers which were gorgeous even though very heavy on tulips this year. This was largely due to the drought, apparently it is usually a lot bigger with a lot of variety in the flower department. Still, it was a particularly impressive display and massive even if the aforementioned smaller than last time. As soon as the pix are ready I will slip a few in here to show them off… (if, of course, they are worth it…) (and Ian, I am happy to report no unfortunate vomiting type incidents…).

So, back to work tomorrow. Our helpdesk dude is away for the day… uh oh, I am helping hold the fort… supreme potentate of html is one thing… deputy commander of the helpdesk is totally another kettle of fish… Fortunately, Monday is quiet day because all the pastoral types have the day off… (and notoriously they place the biggest demand on helpdesk resources being pastoral types and generally not particularly technically and electronically minded….)

Out of Office

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Took a day off today and am heading to our Nation’s Capital to see this for the weekend with a couple of photographing girl friends.

Hoping to have lots of lovely floral pics for the fotolog (am running out of decent stuff to put up there…) and maybe even get to the War Memorial and Art Gallery… Might be reaching a bit to get so much done but there is nothing like a challenge…

I’ll be back on Monday.

Just Do It

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This is kind of a chicken or an egg scenario… Which comes first? Feeling good about yourself or taking time on (and a bit of pride in) one’s appearance? I think it is an interesting question… It is born out of my current situation which goes something like this…

I have been remarkably lazy about certain morning routines like blow-drying my hair with any great style in mind and in the application of make-up… In turn I have been going through my daily tread feeling less than attractive and less than interesting. Which came first? Am I less interested in taking care of these things because I feel blah or do I feel blah because I am not focusing on how I look?

Other contributing factors:

  1. My wardrobe needs an overhaul and some serious augmentation…
  2. My comfortable upholstery got somewhat more comfortable over the winter (contributing in part to the wardrobe dilemma)
  3. I have been decidedly uncaring concerning the food that I choose
  4. I have been equally uncaring about getting out of bed to exercise (this is contributed to in part by the wardrobe dilemma … I need new tracky daks (track pants for the unAustralians))

Here’s the thing. I decided to wear rather fetching clobber to work on Tuesday. Make-up included. For some reason this motivated me to make my own lunch, a tasteful yet healthy salad, and also to purchase fresh vegies and chicken (no carbs) for dinner and choose against dessert and chocolate during the day.

I think the choice to love myself came first. I simply decided I was worth making the effort for. Having decided I was worth painting a face on in the morning flowed over into

  1. I am worth nourishing with the right food
  2. I am worth accessorizing
  3. I am worth dressing in fine linen (once payday has come and gone)
  4. I am worth a second glance

I will be worth walking the beach once again too… soon… I mean it!

I accept that changing one’s internal dialogue is simpler for some than others. There are all sorts of hindrances to such change… historical mindsets, conditioning etc. I am neither so naive as to suggest that I, in and of myself, have the power to change internal dialogue like this in my own strength. That’s where the God factor is amazing.

I was aware I needed, for my health’s sake and the sake of my self esteem, to change my diet. So I began to pray for a change of heart and mind about me – not food. That’s where God has an opportunity to go to work.. Give him an inch…

Well… it has worked for me so far. A simple change of mind has changed a whole series of behaviours.

I guess the next question is “How Long will it Last?”

Good Question. I will add stickability to the prayerlist… Shooting for indefinitely though…

Restless

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I am feeling antsy. Can’t sit still and watch tv, feels like such a waste of time so I’m watching TV and blogging… it feels less wasteful…

The crew came over to watch Idol and eat Pavlova last night… well, at least some of the crew.. The usual suspects… Skeet, Surf and Mac. Not sure if I have introduced Mac before, she, like Skeet, is a former flatmate. The three of us go back the furthest in my Australian Circle of Friends. We willingly handed our numbers to Hollywood again and watched Love Actually. Our excuse is that Surf hadn’t seen it.

I am back on the wagon… the food discipline wagon…

Day One… too scared to stand on the scales… will give it a couple of weeks first.

The Song in My Head in the Morning:The Prayer:Anthony Callea (you should have seen it… (Idol) Unbelievable performance…)