Moving pics. I Give Up

My Photos and added comments won't stay in order so you'll have to view them as they are. I've tried to sort them out several times but they just keep on going right back to how you will be viewing them. toy.

Memories 3

Caught the memory lane bug. So here are more pics for your perusal. Haven't seen these photos for years. Have fun. toy.

Mother and son tripping the light fandango at the Wellington Hotel Country and Western night. Shannon loves music. Was more of a wrestle to keep the lad from 'joining' the band. S.A.1991.

Young mum of two 1978.

Toy as a baby

Wedding Day 1996

On the grand staircase .

Dion Giving Mum away. When passed me to Des they shook hands and

Dion said to Des,"She's all yours. See if you can do anything with her.'

Easter hat day at Cairns Special School with one of my students. 1992

A night out at Charlies Seafood resturant in Cairns where we lived for 13 years. I was already ill at this stage but didn't know what was wrong and still working. 1997.

Toy ready for a girl's night out 1989.

The Master's Birthday. I was ill here but still working 1998.

Toy loved her deep sea fishing 1993.

Big Mouth Nanaguay 1992

Not long before leaving work due to illness.

Sporting a skunk stripe. 1998









Just friends1991

With my mum. Cairns Anzac Day 1998.

At the end of the S.A. Woodville Spastic Centre Super Walk 1989. Shannon's plasters had only been off his legs for three weeks following Double Grice procedures on both ankles. We almost lost him post op. He was a very sick young man for a long time so this day was a day to celebrate.

A tipple or two 1990.

Party time at a friend's suprise birthday party we had planned 1989.

Memories 2

With my two older sons, Corey in the suit and Dion in the uniform. Pic was taken back in 1990.

Memories

This pic was taken with my youngest, beautiful, 9yrs old son Shannon, at a school Christmas function back in 1988. I was over worked and totally burnt out and landed in hospital a couple of days later. I thought I was so over weight back then. If only I could have seen just how over weight I was to become in the future.

A NEW DAY

Love tumbling out of bed to a new day. One never knows what is in store as the day goes on.

My walking is becoming a natural habit once again, I look forward to getting out in the fresh morning air. On the one day that I didn't go in the past 2-3 weeks, I almost felt a craving in my mind for it. Certainly a big step forward considering that before I began this new journey, I would lock myself away in my room for days on end - sometimes weeks - in the depths of despair.

I am especially proud of my self this a.m. as my body is reacting to the visit to Big Town on Thursday for vittles etc.

Felt dreadful yesterday with no energy, a terrible headache, fuzzy head, not being able to form thoughts or words correctly and the whole bag of symptoms one experiences following the poking of my snout out of my burrow. Spent the arvo in bed not even sufacing for meals.

When my WB, (Walkies Buddy), rang last night to let me know she'd be joining me this a.m. (she experienced shin splint problems from our walk the previous a.m and hadn't been able to join me on yesterday's walk), I almost told her that I wouldn't be going, but something stopped me from the utterance. This a.m we covered a good distance in an hour so we are satisfied with our effort.

All of my symptoms are still with me so I don't know what the day will bring. I am a bit suprised the body is detoxing so quickly this time. Usually, these days, I am high as a kite, as though I've been on the hops, talking ninety to the dozen, (I could talk under water with a slice of cake in my mouth),'up in the clouds' for at least 3 days prior to detox setting in.

It stops the bod in it's tracks with me scurrying off to bed for a week or however long it takes. It's interesting...well, to me it is, (and suprising to the master)...that this time detox set in the day after the outing...a first. Used to take at least a month of being away from everything before detox set in but the last three years it has only been three days.

The sea air has certainly helped in a big way.

YOYO SCALES

19/03/07
When I began a couple of weeks ago I was 101kgs, last week 95kgs and this a.m. 85kgs. I expected a couple of kgs off but not 10. My hair isn't falling out any faster than usual & I've checked & found that I've not lost any teeth, haven't exfoliated for 100yrs, no noticable change in the body,(can still use my hips to stand your stubby on),so the conclusion I've come to is that the scales are'nt working correctly. Next time we go to town I'm going to look for a set of digital scales. I understand re the fluid loss in the first week but I drink heaps more than the 8 glasses per day which I would have thought would negate the loss of fluid, not going to the loo any more often than usual, eating large healthy meals.The little exercise I'm doing, due to all my bung joints & ankles, wouldn't account for it. Can only be the scales so I'll not get too excited til I weigh myself with reputable ones.

28/03/07

Yesterday I weighed on my walkies buddy's scales which gave me 100ks then out of interest sake this a.m. on the scale I went again and I weighed 90ks. can't wait for some you beaut digital scales.

Welcome

Welcome to TOYMAKER'S TOADSTOOL.

I have decided to make a new blog just for my weight loss journey at this time. May branch out at a later date.

I have been trying to get in the mood for weight loss for many months. Know full well what I should and shouldn't be eating and what exercise I should be undertaking but the comfort bug has had a strangle hold on my will power. Have bung ankles, knees and hips with huge spurrs on both heels just for luck.

I live in country Oz, have Multi Chemical Sensitivities which means that I cannot physically join any type of group or visit other people's houses,etc. Understandably, I rarely get visitors because most people find it hard to not wear perfumes, deodorants, hairsprays etc which are all poison to my system, among a million other things. Although I've learned to like my own company most of the time, I get very lonely periods in the depths of despair which seem to be getting worse and worse with me shutting myself away in my room for weeks on end. I cry uncontrollably at the drop of a hat, tears are never far from the surface and I know if I could just get my weight off I'd feel heaps better. I also know I need to lose weight for ME but my bad attitude keeps saying, 'why bother'. I've always been known for my optimism in all situations but optimistic periods are few and far between these days. I am happiest when I am wandering the countryside taking photos. I really do need to get the weight off though as I am having periods where my heart is almost jumping out of my chest, it is beating so hard, gastric reflux has reared it's firey head and I think I may be a borderline diabetic, having tests soon.

So here I am. In the mood and taking my first step towards a positive mind set.