Introducing: The Bride Diet
Have I mentioned how much I hate the word diet? DIET. Yuck. Normally I say something like “lifestyle change” or “healthy eating habits”. But—dare I say it—diet is easier for my mouth to spit out.
So “The Bride Diet” it is. The “be less fat for the wedding” diet.
Today marks the beginning of Week 3 of The Bride Diet and while I haven’t lost weight, I’ve improved my eating and exercise habits and I think any improvement is worth celebrating. YAY ME!
In terms of my eating habits, I’m trying to follow the low-gi and CSIRO’s Total Wellbeing Diet systems. Input versus output—y’know, the basics of eating well.
My exercise regime has been pretty much non-existent for the last year, so there’s definitely room for improvement there.
Baby steps. Credit where credit’s due. Patting myself on the back for progress, as small as it might be. Like the block of white chocolate that is staring at me as I type. I still haven’t touched it. YAY ME!
It’s funny how people have methods and theories on weightloss and how willingly they share this information when they hear of someone else attempting to shift the fat. I heard a doozy today that I’ve actually found is working quite well; I’ll have to see if it works again tomorrow!
I’m going to attempt to share my process with you; the food, the exercise, the whacky tips and tricks I pick up along the way.
Should be interesting!
Blog Chicks lunch
Yesterday I got to hang out with a bunch of cool blogger chicks at the Blog Chicks lunch. It’s so nice to spend time with people who understand terms like ‘analytics’, ‘plugins’ and ‘wordpress versus blogger’.
It was fun!
I got to meet:
- Liz from Savvy Cat
- Lucy from Chief Bridesmaid
- Jennifer from Jenius
- Sheryl from One Bite More
- Marilyn from Live first, write later
- Trish from My Little Drummer Boys
- Suze from Chocolatesuze
- Helen from Grab Your Fork
And it was nice to see Emma from Reality Ravings who I met at the last meet.
Leigh very bravely let me do a lap of honour in the Renault Koleos (and discovered I’ve been mispronouncing Renault for all these years) and I didn’t even crash it! Damn that thing drives like a charm, though it’s about 3 times bigger than my little Mazda, hehe.
The highlight for me was watching foodbloggers take photos of my lunch:

Classic!
Suze also got an action shot of everyone mid-conversation and mid-nomming.
Was lovely to spend the afternoon with you, ladies; let’s do it again soon!
Eggs from a chook’s bum
If you wanted proof of just how awesome I am, here it is:
Half a dozen hen’s eggs given to me because I’m such a lovely and helpful person. The chooks live in a backyard in downtown Rockdale and were hand-picked especially for me.
Noice!
I’m told the best way to enjoy their home-grown flavour is to poach them, which I’m doing for brekkie tomorrow morning. I need a high-protein breakfast before the Blog Chicks lunch tomorrow.
Now I need to decide which Threadless tee to wear tomorrow!
You can tell I'm procrastinating when I change the blog's theme

Yesterday I was given a display of magnolia flowers, hand-picked from a garden. BECAUSE I’M ENGAGED.
I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to the phrases “engaged”, “fiancé”, “getting married”, etc.
We’ve been given a gazillion congratulations cards, something I wasn’t expecting since we’re of the generation that doesn’t seem to do cards anymore (myself included). I’ve decided to keep the cards on our sideboard for a long time since there’s still a good 18 months before the wedding.
I’ve also decided to put a ban on thinking about arrangements for the wedding until at least next year. Otherwise I’ll turn into a total Bridezilla. In reality I should be spending time catching up on normal things like housework (zomg I’m so far behind) and the new clients I have on the horizon.
But it’s so hard to turn my brain off. I’m now waking up at about 5.30am on weekdays and 6am on the weekends. I can’t think of anything decent to tweet about. My brain is about 23 steps ahead in organising the wedding that hasn’t even been organised yet. I don’t want to become the person who only talks about wedding preparations but I think I’m already halfway there.
Can you please tell me to shut up if I start talking about weddings too much? Be prepared to slap me across the face occasionally. Otherwise I’ll have to slap myself, and that could be interesting.
















