My blog has witchy things and all sorts.  Come and visit me if you want to.

Come and see a real working witch’s boline.  The boline is an often forgotten tool and yet it is the most useful…

Come and see my own 13 goals as a witch. 

Come and see my nice Herne the Hunter post on my other blog?  It’s very witchy, you can see the vintage candles I found at the charity shop yesterday too.

Lovely. I will read this. A great way to look at the moving through life periods as a progression, as positive and gainful rather than loss.

Great!  I’m struggling a bit with Tumblr.  I think I’ll be back on here more but I haven’t had much to say that’s Tumblrish just recently. 

I’ve decided to do my book of shadows as an online blog.  Come/look/follow?

I’m doing it for me to share with you, I’m going to explore all sorts of witchcraft areas and will also be doing some personal writing about it.

I’ve lost 9 lbs in total but have got to the depressing turning point of realising that I cannot turn back time.  As I lost the weight I am not returning to the shape I was when I was last 10 stone this or 9 stone that.  At age 49 my body wants to be lumpy around the middle.  On a positive note, I have got leaner in the legs, feet and fingers.  My rings now fit and I can now wear a pair of black boots which were impossible at the start of the diet.  Also, when I began I put together a box of items I hoped to get back into.  One of these was a pair of sandals and I wore those today.

But in the main I have been on an annoying and boring plateau for the past three weeks or more.  I feel hungry all day but seem to lose nothing.  So yesterday I ate some proper meals containing some fat.  Not a binge, just a resting day.  I slept well afterwards and awoke to a sunny spring day and returning hunger, but I was in a more positive mood.

I am wearing more adventurous clothes but trying to get used to the realisation that my waist is going to be a lot longer coming than I thought.

Still, onwards and upwards as they say.

It’s been so cold and grey here in a way that it can only be in England.  I hate being outside at such times so have been hibernating where possible.  I’ve been hungry and continuing on with my healthy eating but have had to suffer the indignity of the scales telling me I’ve gained two pounds, which is utter nonsense.  I’m looking forward to the weather warming up, relatively speaking, so that I can get out on my walks again as staying still has undoubtedly slowed up the process of weight loss.

I am confidently wearing some size 14 Gap jeans which I paid a few pounds for in a charity shop.  I have discovered that I fit back into a beautiful leather jacket which has been knocking about the house but I was too big for.  This is a real plus and enjoyment for me.  I’m afraid I have no pictures yet.  Hope I haven’t repeated myself in any previous post but if I have, well, you can realise from that that I’m in a bit of a stuck place which is quite normal for a dieter.

My counselling course is going really well, I haven’t mentioned it much because I’ve been really in my physical self.

I long for a summer’s day at a car boot sale with the sun warming me up and me a - in my nice car booty fantasy - finding a beautiful item of clothing for pence.  Or fabric for dressmaking.  Or wool.

I have (or had) a bunch of old school friends I meet up with several times a year and email in between.  But for quite a number of years I have felt unwelcome and criticised by them, I think we grew apart.  I have little in common with most of them and the person I got on the best with left the country and now joins us only on the phone.  The rest of the group sort of didn’t include me in conversation, didn’t ask after my family and generally showed disapproval or lack of interest.  I was sad and angry at the same time.  We all went on a trip to Bath for our 40th year but the atmosphere wasn’t good.  On the last day the big chief (the one who organises everybody) was very vociferous about my mobile phone.  She objected to the newness of it, seeing this as a sign that I was addicted to mobile phones and chatted to friends when I should be paying attention to my children on school runs. (It was in fact only new because my old one got rain in it when I went to Scotland and it died).

I only put up with all of the above behaviour because I’d known them for so long and felt - hoped - it all might get better.  However, I recently noticed I hadn’t had any emails in a very long time and when I checked up on this I discovered they had removed me from the email list.  So I wrote a very, very, angry email.

So far I’ve had one person reply to me.  She was very lacking in understanding and very critical of me and she took it upon herself to copy everyone else on this email.  Oh god don’t you just want to strangle some people!

Still here, bit of a dark day.  Felt hungry and lethargic but walked a fast circuit around the village.  Got some groceries including a Pot Noodle for my hungry 11 year old (she likes them when she gets in if she hasn’t eaten much at school, then has a dinner later on).  After my walk I felt tired and asked hubby to make the noodle as young’un said she was tired and so hungry.  He made it but dropped it on the way up the stairs.  The house was soon filled with wailing and wringing of hands.  And that was just me.

It is hard to restrict your food intake when it’s freezing cold. Salads and yogurts do not warm tummies make. Tomorrow will be better, keep going.

Oh, Pen, you’re back!

Hungry and without motivation.

I cooked a roast chicken and did roast potatoes in frylite and had these with veg and gravy.  Dessert was fruit and yoghurt as usual.

I think what’s making it hard for me is the extreme cold, grey weather.  I really don’t like the cold.

However, onwards and upwards as they say.

…..and you begin thinking, oh no it would take me 6 months to lose x amount, how depressing and I cannot do it, think again.

Of the 6 long months, only the first week or two would be the same as you are now and the benefits of weight loss would increase and increase through the time.  By the last couple of months you would be much more slim than before and the final weeks would be about fine-tuning your size.  Add to this that the worst time for getting used to eating less is the first week after which you would be in a routine and starting to enjoy results, wear different clothes and live a new life.