He was a truimph! After all my maternal witterings my son performed out of his skin and went down an absolute storm.
He is the front man and had the crowd eating out of his hands; directing the moshing, getting audience participation up and running - strutting his funky stuff! I am so proud (beam) and proud that I gave him the permissions to do it. I have done that all the way along as he has grown up, told him its OK to be him, to express himself, to create, to sing, to be out there no matter what anyone says.
The band did not put a foot wrong. A half hour set, big drum solo - riotous applause. They were the support and the main act was not as well received. I am so proud (beam) ... I think you have gathered that by now, and guess what - there were no cans whatsoever.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Spiders
Had to retire upstairs because the biggest spider just crawled accross the lounge floor. No one in the house to deal with it, and I am not willing to try out my phobia cure just yet.
Oh no, grizzly - dont like spiders. I used to live in an old cottage (I was 8 at the time). No proper plumbing - outside toilet. You know whats coming dont you? The brick building (proverbial brick sh**t house) had a sloping roof and where the roof met the floor was a nest of webs that housed some of the largest spiders known to mankind that must have been lurking since the dawn of time - a whole new species had evolved and interbred in that toilet. Double bodies, triple bodies - eyes on stalks. Oh hideous. Imagine being stuck on the toilet - not a nice quick wee wee but having to sit it out with those beasts closing the space between the door and your dangling feet. (Shudder)
Still get the shakes when in toilets unless they are beautifully modern. Still get the heebie jeebies at spiders... and relax! Trouble is I cant relax, I know its down there in the lounge somewhere, and I dont know where it is, which means that it could run out at any moment. Panic fluster...
Oh no, grizzly - dont like spiders. I used to live in an old cottage (I was 8 at the time). No proper plumbing - outside toilet. You know whats coming dont you? The brick building (proverbial brick sh**t house) had a sloping roof and where the roof met the floor was a nest of webs that housed some of the largest spiders known to mankind that must have been lurking since the dawn of time - a whole new species had evolved and interbred in that toilet. Double bodies, triple bodies - eyes on stalks. Oh hideous. Imagine being stuck on the toilet - not a nice quick wee wee but having to sit it out with those beasts closing the space between the door and your dangling feet. (Shudder)
Still get the shakes when in toilets unless they are beautifully modern. Still get the heebie jeebies at spiders... and relax! Trouble is I cant relax, I know its down there in the lounge somewhere, and I dont know where it is, which means that it could run out at any moment. Panic fluster...
The Joy of Massage
I am still biting my nails waiting for my son to come home from his first gig, so I am going to blog to take my mind off it.
I saw a massage client tonight. As you will know, I am a psychotherapist, that is the bulk of my work. However I also have a qualification in swedish massage and aromatherapy, (I am a Reiki II as well) and I have a small number of clients who come for massage.
I love my work as a therapist, it takes up most of my resources to do it properly and it can be emotionally draining as well as stimulating, profound, incredible etc etc ... you get the picture. Massage is a real break from the therapy. Massage is a no brainer. Oh the joy of it.
Tonight it was bliss. The room was all set up, soft candle light. The most haunting and evocative music, my little indoor fountain trickling in the corner. The oils smelt divine and it was just one and a half hours of calm, no talking, no working anything out. Just the music and the water and the touch.
My client fell asleep and I went into something of a trance. The rhythmic strokes, the gentle breathing. It was lovely. I always finish with the neck shoulders, and head. Something wonderfully soothing about having the head stroked, gently tugging the hair - massaging the scalp.
We need touch as human beings. Lack of touch can be devastating to the psyche. Massage is such a safe and boundaried way to get that touch and receive that pleasure. So I sing the joys of massage - go treat yourselves.
I saw a massage client tonight. As you will know, I am a psychotherapist, that is the bulk of my work. However I also have a qualification in swedish massage and aromatherapy, (I am a Reiki II as well) and I have a small number of clients who come for massage.
I love my work as a therapist, it takes up most of my resources to do it properly and it can be emotionally draining as well as stimulating, profound, incredible etc etc ... you get the picture. Massage is a real break from the therapy. Massage is a no brainer. Oh the joy of it.
Tonight it was bliss. The room was all set up, soft candle light. The most haunting and evocative music, my little indoor fountain trickling in the corner. The oils smelt divine and it was just one and a half hours of calm, no talking, no working anything out. Just the music and the water and the touch.
My client fell asleep and I went into something of a trance. The rhythmic strokes, the gentle breathing. It was lovely. I always finish with the neck shoulders, and head. Something wonderfully soothing about having the head stroked, gently tugging the hair - massaging the scalp.
We need touch as human beings. Lack of touch can be devastating to the psyche. Massage is such a safe and boundaried way to get that touch and receive that pleasure. So I sing the joys of massage - go treat yourselves.
My son has his first big gig tonight!!
My son takes to the stage for the first time tonight. Sure he has done plays, and musicals and nice safe school stuff, but this is grown up playing in a band in a pub in Derby. Shriek! I am full of maternal concern. What if he gets a bunch of beer cans thrown on stage, what if the crowd are hostile or worse - not in the slightest bit interested?
Lots of what ifs and I am expecting to have to patch up a bruised ego when he returns and praying that it wont be a bruised body as well (cans). He soooo loves his band. He plays bass and is the lead singer. From what I have heard of the practices I would not pay a lot to go and hear them. They are 17, raw, experimental -or maybe just crap. (visions of more cans) Or maybe I am just getting old, don't understand today's underground scene. I consider myself a trendy mom, certainly a MILF - in fact that was my title while he was in year 11 (much to his cringing embarrassment)but perhaps I am a teensy weensy bit out of touch. Perhaps there is nothing to worry about ... lets hope eh?
Lots of what ifs and I am expecting to have to patch up a bruised ego when he returns and praying that it wont be a bruised body as well (cans). He soooo loves his band. He plays bass and is the lead singer. From what I have heard of the practices I would not pay a lot to go and hear them. They are 17, raw, experimental -or maybe just crap. (visions of more cans) Or maybe I am just getting old, don't understand today's underground scene. I consider myself a trendy mom, certainly a MILF - in fact that was my title while he was in year 11 (much to his cringing embarrassment)but perhaps I am a teensy weensy bit out of touch. Perhaps there is nothing to worry about ... lets hope eh?
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Feeling Wierd
I feel dead weird tonight. I don't seem to be up to a witty comment, or a contemporary view or anything much really. I shall just check in and check out.
I think I need a really long cry, or maybe a really long holiday or both. Instead I think I will take a bath and read a witchy book and allow the warm water to wash away my troubles.
I guess I am tired tonight, lots of pressure - always lots of intrigue. I need a quiet life, I really do. My life is so filled with stuff, its exhausting - most of the time I am really up for it, but not tonight.
Had an emotional day at the surgery I work at. Saw my patients, loved them all as usual - so beautiful to see that spark in each - that striving for life, I adore that. The need for survival and growth.
Then I went out to my daughters year 9 play, she was a star - as were the rest. A dark and sinister play performed with maturity and enthusiasm.
Which just leaves the bath. I am feeling hungry having done well on my diet. The thought of those leather trousers and long leather coat (which is my reward for target of 10 stone) keeps me going while I grapple with hunger and general weirdness.
I did have my solstice ritual last night. The meeting of the coven I belong to. Trouble is that I end up doing therapy, (occupational hazard), I need to stop giving so much - I need something putting back in sometimes.
We had a lovely night. Did some shamanic work, used the talking stick, the rattles and drummed. I got to meet my male side, he is a real rogue, leather trousers (see it came from somewhere) young, long blonde hair, beard - built like a greyhound, just got off a horse or something. He smoked too - he was great. I liked him, I want to be more like him. Very free child. I met my female counterpart to, I know her well, rather beautiful - graceful and wise. Blonde again, long silver cloak and hair in Scandinavian plaits (I have Norwegian heritage) she was all nurture and gentleness. She takes care of me.
I feel I am ready for more in my witchy work. It is an inner journey which affects the external world and I want to travel and learn and grow.
So that's it really. I will read some of your lovely blogs and then its essential oils of ylang ylang and jasmine for me.
Take care of yourselves xxxx
I think I need a really long cry, or maybe a really long holiday or both. Instead I think I will take a bath and read a witchy book and allow the warm water to wash away my troubles.
I guess I am tired tonight, lots of pressure - always lots of intrigue. I need a quiet life, I really do. My life is so filled with stuff, its exhausting - most of the time I am really up for it, but not tonight.
Had an emotional day at the surgery I work at. Saw my patients, loved them all as usual - so beautiful to see that spark in each - that striving for life, I adore that. The need for survival and growth.
Then I went out to my daughters year 9 play, she was a star - as were the rest. A dark and sinister play performed with maturity and enthusiasm.
Which just leaves the bath. I am feeling hungry having done well on my diet. The thought of those leather trousers and long leather coat (which is my reward for target of 10 stone) keeps me going while I grapple with hunger and general weirdness.
I did have my solstice ritual last night. The meeting of the coven I belong to. Trouble is that I end up doing therapy, (occupational hazard), I need to stop giving so much - I need something putting back in sometimes.
We had a lovely night. Did some shamanic work, used the talking stick, the rattles and drummed. I got to meet my male side, he is a real rogue, leather trousers (see it came from somewhere) young, long blonde hair, beard - built like a greyhound, just got off a horse or something. He smoked too - he was great. I liked him, I want to be more like him. Very free child. I met my female counterpart to, I know her well, rather beautiful - graceful and wise. Blonde again, long silver cloak and hair in Scandinavian plaits (I have Norwegian heritage) she was all nurture and gentleness. She takes care of me.
I feel I am ready for more in my witchy work. It is an inner journey which affects the external world and I want to travel and learn and grow.
So that's it really. I will read some of your lovely blogs and then its essential oils of ylang ylang and jasmine for me.
Take care of yourselves xxxx
Monday, June 25, 2007
In Praise of Men
After my feminist rant, I thought I would even up the debate - and with a nod in the direction of Kahless's witchy question and the pertinent comment left by Craig I want to talk about my perspective on men.
Men - wonderful, warm, sensuous, solid men.
I like a bad boy - now being a bad boy and being a neanderthal, knuckle dragging 'are you lookin at my bird' type of man are two different things entirely. Bad boys are intelligent, they are wily, they are witty and capable. They may even own a weapon or two, but they epitomise the things I like about men. They dont really give a flying f**k what anybody thinks. The real man is a man who dances, he is a man who sings, he is a man who laughs and loves, he can provide, and is empowered by his own earthiness. He feels.
In the witchy world The Green Man, Cernunnos, Herne, the god, is the male counterpart to the Goddess, he is her consort and her love. The Lord to the Lady. He understands his own sexuality and he is not afraid to use it.
Earthy, lovely, sweaty, hairy men! See I do like them, honest I do.
I like it that men don't get rattled by stuff. I like the way they smell. I like their strength, the shoulders!
And ....They are such less trouble than us girlie's. My son has had tribes of mates over to stay during his youth. Never any trouble. They have been packed into his room like sardines, all testosterone and skin issues, never once had to shush them, never once had to ask them to clean up their stuff, never once had to sort out a drama. My daughter on the other hand had 4 of her friends over for a sleep over this weekend - well! Pandemonium. Various sobbing females on the landing at 4am, one of them was sick, none of them were talking to each other in the morning. Nightmare! Give me adolescent males any day!
Talking of adolescent males - it was the boys at school who made it worth while. The naughty behaviour, the fun, the cheekiness of them. Men are great! Its always the boys that pass the singing books out of the window at school, who stuff each other in the cupboards under the science benches, who fart in class without a care and find it funny. Its the boys that do the funniest things - I love 'em. So so sad that they get all burdened down by responsibility when its the laughing spirit of them that makes us girlie's love them, well me anyway. Whats the point of nagging? its the slow death of any relationship. Men have to breathe, they have to live even if the bathroom needs tiling. Hey sister, go learn how to do it yourself!
There are lots of things to love about men, whether you like having relationships with them, or prefer women, I stand in praise of men ...
The deep voices, the gentle but strong hands, the way they talk to women about real stuff and they talk to each other about crap! (and moan about the fact that this is the case).
Befriend a man, understand a man and you will see his soul.
Men - wonderful, warm, sensuous, solid men.
I like a bad boy - now being a bad boy and being a neanderthal, knuckle dragging 'are you lookin at my bird' type of man are two different things entirely. Bad boys are intelligent, they are wily, they are witty and capable. They may even own a weapon or two, but they epitomise the things I like about men. They dont really give a flying f**k what anybody thinks. The real man is a man who dances, he is a man who sings, he is a man who laughs and loves, he can provide, and is empowered by his own earthiness. He feels.
In the witchy world The Green Man, Cernunnos, Herne, the god, is the male counterpart to the Goddess, he is her consort and her love. The Lord to the Lady. He understands his own sexuality and he is not afraid to use it.
Earthy, lovely, sweaty, hairy men! See I do like them, honest I do.
I like it that men don't get rattled by stuff. I like the way they smell. I like their strength, the shoulders!
And ....They are such less trouble than us girlie's. My son has had tribes of mates over to stay during his youth. Never any trouble. They have been packed into his room like sardines, all testosterone and skin issues, never once had to shush them, never once had to ask them to clean up their stuff, never once had to sort out a drama. My daughter on the other hand had 4 of her friends over for a sleep over this weekend - well! Pandemonium. Various sobbing females on the landing at 4am, one of them was sick, none of them were talking to each other in the morning. Nightmare! Give me adolescent males any day!
Talking of adolescent males - it was the boys at school who made it worth while. The naughty behaviour, the fun, the cheekiness of them. Men are great! Its always the boys that pass the singing books out of the window at school, who stuff each other in the cupboards under the science benches, who fart in class without a care and find it funny. Its the boys that do the funniest things - I love 'em. So so sad that they get all burdened down by responsibility when its the laughing spirit of them that makes us girlie's love them, well me anyway. Whats the point of nagging? its the slow death of any relationship. Men have to breathe, they have to live even if the bathroom needs tiling. Hey sister, go learn how to do it yourself!
There are lots of things to love about men, whether you like having relationships with them, or prefer women, I stand in praise of men ...
The deep voices, the gentle but strong hands, the way they talk to women about real stuff and they talk to each other about crap! (and moan about the fact that this is the case).
Befriend a man, understand a man and you will see his soul.
Blogtastic
I made a list this morning. It was a worthy list, all the things I had to do before going out for the evening shift at the therapy centre. The list included
Tidy bedroom - done.
Write out my lunch list (diet that requires physics degree, remember) - done.
Pay a bill - done.
Go for a run - done.
Tidy notes - errr
Choose next essay title - weeelll
Order pyjamas (nightwear somewhat ragged) - shuffle
Ironing - cough
Sewing (now thats taking the p**s) - staring all round the room
At this point the tension is all too much, sweaty palms, beginning of the shakes - and I cannot resist any longer - GOT TO BLOG!!!
So here I am, full flush of giving in to temptation, avidly reading and about to launch into my 'in praise of men' blog.
Ironing and sewing can be squeezed in after work tonight. The rest, well maybe I can include them in my blog, yes blog, blog, blog, blog - help needed!
Tidy bedroom - done.
Write out my lunch list (diet that requires physics degree, remember) - done.
Pay a bill - done.
Go for a run - done.
Tidy notes - errr
Choose next essay title - weeelll
Order pyjamas (nightwear somewhat ragged) - shuffle
Ironing - cough
Sewing (now thats taking the p**s) - staring all round the room
At this point the tension is all too much, sweaty palms, beginning of the shakes - and I cannot resist any longer - GOT TO BLOG!!!
So here I am, full flush of giving in to temptation, avidly reading and about to launch into my 'in praise of men' blog.
Ironing and sewing can be squeezed in after work tonight. The rest, well maybe I can include them in my blog, yes blog, blog, blog, blog - help needed!
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Do I winge about men?
I ordered the most fabulous book on domestic abuse (occupational hazard - not the abuse bit, but the research around it) Its called "Living with the Dominator" written by Pat Craven of the Freedom Programme
It is my favourite bog reading material at the moment. (Yes us women read on the toilet too - or am I a female freak?) I seem to spend my private time (door has a lock) gasping in shock and alarm at the things I am reading within its pages. Bloody hell, it is a pertinent little read, so much has shadows of the familiar and every teenage girl should be presented with a copy upon reaching puberty.
I regularly read snippets out at home (cue groans and shuffling from male members of house) and it occurred to me that I do seem to whinge on about men - a lot! But I like men, I really do like men, so how come I feel myself slowly but surely becoming an Amazon. Pixie asked me the other day whether I could have a relationship with a woman and I had to honestly answer - yes! Maybe its my Guinevere (can never spell that) script. Oh yes, I do have one, Arthur, Lancelot - countless other Knights attending my table - buuuut - where does said Queen end up? in a convent living with a bunch of women. Ok Ok so she still has Excalibur under her bed (work it out), but essentially she ends up living with women.
I do have gender issues in my script (Dad = cross dresser) and I am overtly sexy (so I am told) and I love mankind for very obvious reasons - oh yes! I certainly do - but I am constantly on a campaign of crossness against 'men'. Please forgive me all you delicious men out there, but maybe its an outpouring of rage against so much stereo typing that still goes on in society. eg advertising. Need a car? need a spark plug? Need to stop your pits smelling? - Lets slap a skimpily clad woman on the poster (ugg ugg ugg) Its bloody pathetic! and we all collude with it.
Soooo the upshot of this blog is that I want to quote you something of a passage written in the 50's called "The Good Wives Guide" to maybe explain why women - and the new winging me - have all of this generational rage still going on.
"Have dinner ready when your husband returns home. Men are hungry when they come home and you will show him that you are concerned for his well being.
Prepare yourself, put a ribbon in your hair. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. His boring day may need a lift, and one of your duties is to provide it.
Clear away the clutter just before your husband arrives, make sure you run a duster over the tables.
Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
Prepare the children, wash their hands and faces and change their clothes. They are his little treasures and he would like to see them playing their part. Minimise all noise.
Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him. Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner or other places of entertainment without you."
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH! Enough said!!!
It is my favourite bog reading material at the moment. (Yes us women read on the toilet too - or am I a female freak?) I seem to spend my private time (door has a lock) gasping in shock and alarm at the things I am reading within its pages. Bloody hell, it is a pertinent little read, so much has shadows of the familiar and every teenage girl should be presented with a copy upon reaching puberty.
I regularly read snippets out at home (cue groans and shuffling from male members of house) and it occurred to me that I do seem to whinge on about men - a lot! But I like men, I really do like men, so how come I feel myself slowly but surely becoming an Amazon. Pixie asked me the other day whether I could have a relationship with a woman and I had to honestly answer - yes! Maybe its my Guinevere (can never spell that) script. Oh yes, I do have one, Arthur, Lancelot - countless other Knights attending my table - buuuut - where does said Queen end up? in a convent living with a bunch of women. Ok Ok so she still has Excalibur under her bed (work it out), but essentially she ends up living with women.
I do have gender issues in my script (Dad = cross dresser) and I am overtly sexy (so I am told) and I love mankind for very obvious reasons - oh yes! I certainly do - but I am constantly on a campaign of crossness against 'men'. Please forgive me all you delicious men out there, but maybe its an outpouring of rage against so much stereo typing that still goes on in society. eg advertising. Need a car? need a spark plug? Need to stop your pits smelling? - Lets slap a skimpily clad woman on the poster (ugg ugg ugg) Its bloody pathetic! and we all collude with it.
Soooo the upshot of this blog is that I want to quote you something of a passage written in the 50's called "The Good Wives Guide" to maybe explain why women - and the new winging me - have all of this generational rage still going on.
"Have dinner ready when your husband returns home. Men are hungry when they come home and you will show him that you are concerned for his well being.
Prepare yourself, put a ribbon in your hair. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. His boring day may need a lift, and one of your duties is to provide it.
Clear away the clutter just before your husband arrives, make sure you run a duster over the tables.
Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
Prepare the children, wash their hands and faces and change their clothes. They are his little treasures and he would like to see them playing their part. Minimise all noise.
Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him. Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner or other places of entertainment without you."
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH! Enough said!!!
Friday, June 22, 2007
What it means to be a Witch - sneak preview
Hope you all enjoyed the Solstice. It was rather cloudy so there was not much to see in this little part of the world but I hope the energy of the longest day filled you all with hope and well being.
I am still mulling over Kahless's question - 'what does it mean to be a witch' and I am formulating the mother of all blogs on that one. However to keep my hand in while I slog through my assignments and see my multitude of clients, I thought I would share this passage with you which goes some way to explaining the joy of being a witch. Not wishing to knock religion, (and I have a pretty fundamentalist christian religious background) - but joy is just not present. Sin is soooo sinful and so much of the controlling parent structure of (largely male dominated) religious elders means that the very things that should be blessings of spiritual life get slapped down. So here is a little passage from Starhawk - the Spiral Dance that pretty much sums up the philosophy of the happy witch,
"Any act based on love and pleasure is a ritual of the Goddess. Her worship can take any form and occur anywhere; it requires no liturgy, no cathedrals, no confessions. Its essence is the recognition, in the midst of pleasure, of its deepest source. Pleasure, then, is not superficial but becomes a profound expression of the life force; a connecting power linking us to others, not the mere sensation of stasfying our own isolated needs."
"We do not seek to conquer or escape from our desires - we seek to fulfill them. Desire is the glue of the universe; it binds the electron to the nucleus, the planet to the sun and so creates form, creates the world. to follow desire to its end is to unite with that which is desired, to become one with it."
I view 'The Goddess' as symbolic, a vast and powerful archetype, and a means of liberation for women. What I see explained in these passages is the powerful energy that is contained in all of us. The bubbling fountain of growth and joy. Long may it flow!
Blessings to you all!
I am still mulling over Kahless's question - 'what does it mean to be a witch' and I am formulating the mother of all blogs on that one. However to keep my hand in while I slog through my assignments and see my multitude of clients, I thought I would share this passage with you which goes some way to explaining the joy of being a witch. Not wishing to knock religion, (and I have a pretty fundamentalist christian religious background) - but joy is just not present. Sin is soooo sinful and so much of the controlling parent structure of (largely male dominated) religious elders means that the very things that should be blessings of spiritual life get slapped down. So here is a little passage from Starhawk - the Spiral Dance that pretty much sums up the philosophy of the happy witch,
"Any act based on love and pleasure is a ritual of the Goddess. Her worship can take any form and occur anywhere; it requires no liturgy, no cathedrals, no confessions. Its essence is the recognition, in the midst of pleasure, of its deepest source. Pleasure, then, is not superficial but becomes a profound expression of the life force; a connecting power linking us to others, not the mere sensation of stasfying our own isolated needs."
"We do not seek to conquer or escape from our desires - we seek to fulfill them. Desire is the glue of the universe; it binds the electron to the nucleus, the planet to the sun and so creates form, creates the world. to follow desire to its end is to unite with that which is desired, to become one with it."
I view 'The Goddess' as symbolic, a vast and powerful archetype, and a means of liberation for women. What I see explained in these passages is the powerful energy that is contained in all of us. The bubbling fountain of growth and joy. Long may it flow!
Blessings to you all!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
World of slimming
I went to be weighed this morning and I had lost another 1 and a half lbs. Woo hoo! I seem to yo yo between 10 and 12 stone, and after staying for rather too long at the top end of that little continuum I took myself off to slimming world. It was the funniest thing I had been to in a long time. Lots of really good natured women, who clearly enjoy a curry or two feigning complete surprise that they had not lost any weight; Not lost any weight after weekend binges that involved pizza, chips and copious amounts of alcohol. However, there was good natured camaraderie, lots of clapping and a group leader who was fatter than me, that was a worry.
Anyway after 2 weeks of getting to grips with the diet, (physics degree required) I am a convert. Eat as much as you want (of certain foods) chips are an absolute no no and chocolate is largely off limits. I have given up alcohol (shriek!) but the weight has dropped off. 10lbs lighter. The best bit is the website. Graphs, on line awards - lots of distracting fun. (Yes I know its sad, but I am prepared to be sad if it means bikini this summer and no hiding under a sarong.
I highly recommend it.
PS I did have a curry tonight but it was veggie with boiled rice, and spring water to drink. Come on, tell me you are impressed - well you will be when I post the pics of the bikini!
Anyway after 2 weeks of getting to grips with the diet, (physics degree required) I am a convert. Eat as much as you want (of certain foods) chips are an absolute no no and chocolate is largely off limits. I have given up alcohol (shriek!) but the weight has dropped off. 10lbs lighter. The best bit is the website. Graphs, on line awards - lots of distracting fun. (Yes I know its sad, but I am prepared to be sad if it means bikini this summer and no hiding under a sarong.
I highly recommend it.
PS I did have a curry tonight but it was veggie with boiled rice, and spring water to drink. Come on, tell me you are impressed - well you will be when I post the pics of the bikini!
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