I found this pattern which claimed to crochet up in an hour.... surprisingly it did just what it said on the packet and an hour later I had a lovely pair of baby booties. A short spin in the washing machine and they were done. I'm really impressed with how they came out - even if the picture's not so good.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Friday, 15 October 2010
To Gastric Band or not? That is the question.
I've got an appointment with the diabetic specialist on Monday and I know I'm going to be in trouble. Three months ago when I went I had bad sugar levels, my weight and blood pressure had both gone up. He suggested that they may have to do something drastic to bring my weight etc down and to go away and think about the surgical options. I managed to convince him to give me three months to try and do something about it at home myself.
Unfortunately, the last three months have been some of the most stressful I've experienced and my choice of comfort when faced with stress? Food.... not good.
So I've started to think about the concept of a Gastric Band operation... especially as I know that when I go back on Monday my blood sugars will be worse and my blood pressure isn't much better.
I've tried diets on and off over the years. I can usually manage to lose between one and two stone and then I fall off the wagon and it goes back on, plus some more. I'm now heavier than I've ever been, fed up about it but have no energy to do anything. I'm also anaemic so constantly tired, not to mention stressed to high heaven with the financial situation at home. None of which is a good environment for me to exercise or lose weight. I find when I try to eat healthily my food bills go up - why is crap, non nutritious food so cheap?
Anway, what I need is something to ensure that I can't overeat and will make me have to eat less... hence the Gastric Band. I've got a huge list of questions which I will take with me on Monday and we'll see what he has to say then.
Watch this space as they say :)
Unfortunately, the last three months have been some of the most stressful I've experienced and my choice of comfort when faced with stress? Food.... not good.
So I've started to think about the concept of a Gastric Band operation... especially as I know that when I go back on Monday my blood sugars will be worse and my blood pressure isn't much better.
I've tried diets on and off over the years. I can usually manage to lose between one and two stone and then I fall off the wagon and it goes back on, plus some more. I'm now heavier than I've ever been, fed up about it but have no energy to do anything. I'm also anaemic so constantly tired, not to mention stressed to high heaven with the financial situation at home. None of which is a good environment for me to exercise or lose weight. I find when I try to eat healthily my food bills go up - why is crap, non nutritious food so cheap?
Anway, what I need is something to ensure that I can't overeat and will make me have to eat less... hence the Gastric Band. I've got a huge list of questions which I will take with me on Monday and we'll see what he has to say then.
Watch this space as they say :)
Circles dishcloth
I knitted this thinking it would be perfect for washing dishes.... needless to say Hubby decided it was far too nice to use for dishes and it's sitting forlorn on the back of the sofa. I'm thinking of getting a box frame for it and framing it?
Still, I'm really pleased at how well the cloth came up :)
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
Harry's Jumper 1
I recently finished this which is my first real attempt at entarsia. The jumper was really easy to knit and I love the rib effect with the roll underneath. The stripes on the arms did my head in with all the ends to sew in, but I'm pleased with how it's come out after everthing.
I found that the entarsia isn't as scary as I thought it was going to be and just having the confidence to keep going was important.
Overall, he's happy with it and so am I. :)
Tuesday, 18 May 2010
Christines socks 1
It took me three socks to make a pair for Christine as the first one was rather too large for her. However, I persevered and she finally has a lovely pair.
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
The big D word
That no one ever talks about - Depression. Well here's the thing. I'm depressed, I have been on and off for years. It goes in cycles and I can get years of being fine and then I'll be struck down with it again. When we moved here a few years ago I was on a good part of the cycle, feeling better and much more able to get on with life.
Since then I've failed dismally to get a permanent job, despite people I work with or for giving me glowing references. The girls are going through puberty, complete with hormonal mood swings, stubborn argumentativeness and sheer rudeness. The CSA has decided in their infinite wisdom that my ex doesn't need to pay maintenance despite obviously lying about his income on their forms. I've appealed but it's not worked, in fact, I apparently need to repay 2K he's overpaid! I can't claim for any money from the DSS or income support because I haven't worked solidly for the last 2 years - although I've worked for most of that time, part of it's been part time so I've not paid enough stamp I'm told.
To cap it all off things with hubby and I aren't the best. He's not been well for ages, in fact almost since I met him he's been on a downward spiral health-wise. It's had an effect on all areas of our marriage, including those people don't talk about. I've not been good health-wise myself so I guess I'm partly to blame. But he's cutting me out of things and won't talk to me about things.
But now I feel lost and don't know what I'm doing or where I'm supposed to go from here. I feel totally worthless, society tells me I'm not worth helping in any way, I've got no concentration so I'm not achieving anything craft wise which has always been a help when I've been depressed before. I'm failing as a parent cause all I seem to do is argue with the girls, I can't even manage to get to meetings at the right time - last night I turned up an hour late for one, completely believing I was on time. I'm overweight and heading in the wrong direction on the scales but I can't get the energy together to think about what I'm eating and even getting up the stairs can be a challenge some days, so exercise isn't possible either.
I'm so tempted to run away, but with no petrol in the car, less than 50 pounds in the bank I don't think I'll get far. Not to mention that the children will track me down. I give up.
Since then I've failed dismally to get a permanent job, despite people I work with or for giving me glowing references. The girls are going through puberty, complete with hormonal mood swings, stubborn argumentativeness and sheer rudeness. The CSA has decided in their infinite wisdom that my ex doesn't need to pay maintenance despite obviously lying about his income on their forms. I've appealed but it's not worked, in fact, I apparently need to repay 2K he's overpaid! I can't claim for any money from the DSS or income support because I haven't worked solidly for the last 2 years - although I've worked for most of that time, part of it's been part time so I've not paid enough stamp I'm told.
To cap it all off things with hubby and I aren't the best. He's not been well for ages, in fact almost since I met him he's been on a downward spiral health-wise. It's had an effect on all areas of our marriage, including those people don't talk about. I've not been good health-wise myself so I guess I'm partly to blame. But he's cutting me out of things and won't talk to me about things.
But now I feel lost and don't know what I'm doing or where I'm supposed to go from here. I feel totally worthless, society tells me I'm not worth helping in any way, I've got no concentration so I'm not achieving anything craft wise which has always been a help when I've been depressed before. I'm failing as a parent cause all I seem to do is argue with the girls, I can't even manage to get to meetings at the right time - last night I turned up an hour late for one, completely believing I was on time. I'm overweight and heading in the wrong direction on the scales but I can't get the energy together to think about what I'm eating and even getting up the stairs can be a challenge some days, so exercise isn't possible either.
I'm so tempted to run away, but with no petrol in the car, less than 50 pounds in the bank I don't think I'll get far. Not to mention that the children will track me down. I give up.
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