On Tuesday I went to visit the staff nurse at my client to have her take my blood pressure. I had not had my BP meds that day and my BP was still within acceptable parameters (118/84). The nurse told me I should never just stop my BP meds, but then told me not to take them this week. Errr…huh? She then lectured me about glucose absorption, food metabolism & diet. She is a rather large lady who says she lives off of salad, fruit and ‘breakfast biscuits’ (which are just cookies with the word ‘breakfast’ in the title). She finished off by telling me that being menopausal I need to be careful not to lose any more so that my face doesn’t sag from the weight loss (it is obviously better to die of an obesity triggered heart attack than to not be attractive? God forbid we women don’t please the masses with our physical appearance!). What a bizarre & totally unhelpful experience, luckily I understand Banting and didn’t listen to her advice. I went to the GP later that day to discuss what I should do in a sensible manner.
I told the GP that I didn’t take my meds that day and how ill I felt lately and that I suspect it is due to low BP from taking my meds. He said I must stop the meds and monitor my BP for 4 weeks. I’m so pleased. He told me the weight loss cured my high blood pressure. He just kept saying ‘you lost a quarter of your body weight!’ I’m so glad I didn’t end up walking the path of my Dad and dead of a stroke before 50 due to obesity. I’m breaking that cycle. I love food and to me it is my reward, my celebration, my way to show love. It’s got to be looked at differently, eat when hungry and not eat sugar. Simple one would think, right?
I sent a tweet to Professor Tim Noakes who promotes the Real Meal Revolution. We had a Twitter convo where he explains that the dietary change rather than the weight loss is what resolved my blood pressure issue.
This week Norm finally went to the physio for his sore shoulder. I told him it is his neck, and indeed the physio clicked his neck, massaged his shoulder muscles, did a bit of acupuncture and then taped Norm up.
Again this week the headlines were full of people telling young women what to do, how to dress. That being themselves was not acceptable. But this is on my doorstep rather than France. Fighting in Africa to be African. That colonial repression. Pretoria Girls School pupils were protesting having to wear their hair straightened or in ‘white hair’ fashions. Not allowed to wear an African style.
They set dogs on these girls for their protests.
That would never happen with white children who protested.
This week we were going to order our kitchen cupboards and wanted to go first to have one last look and agreed to go Thursday. If time permitted we we would also go view the granite for the countertops. I had a back appointment and two meetings but I cancelled all in order to accommodate Norm’s schedule but he had not made plans in advance with either of the contacts to secure our appointments and so no one was available. Then he insisted I follow him on the motorway across town to see the granite, I told him the granite places were at Paarden Island and he said I was ‘ridiculous, of course they aren’t’.
I’m visually challenged and don’t cope well with driving to places I don’t know. I am phobic about driving on the motorway since I had a woman side-swipe me. He made me follow with no clue where we were going for me only to be told we had to go to (you guessed it) Paarden Bloody Island. I wanted to garrot him with my phone charger.
But he lived.
On Friday I booked a half day off in the afternoon to go and redeem the prize for a VIP tour of Klein Constantia a huge sprawling beautiful estate just over the mountain from Hout Bay.
I won the prize on Crush Mag Online.
We popped some of the estate’s bubbly. It was crisp and dry and smooth.
They took us through 3 Sauvignon Blancs which were all delicious. Then a Chardonnay, a Chenin blanc, 2 reds then ended with a gorgeous dessert wine.
Then as we were leaving they gave me 2 huge bottles of their wines.
We had a fabulous time and I felt a bit tipsy so we stopped for a coffee at Green’s Constantia. We were naughty and had cake. I had Orange Cake.
My daughter Lily and her fella Josh had driven down from the Garden Route and brought my son Trevor so we didn’t stay long at the party, we came home to be with my kids.
We had a nice evening with the family. The next day on my birthday the kids and Norm spoiled me rotten! Beautiful Moroccan style lanterns, a gorgeous necklace, an orchid, birdbath and a beautiful candle holder by Carrol Boyes, one of my fave designers.
The girls fixed my Chiwara masks – the baby had broken off. I love these and they cannot be found any more. This is one of my ‘Save in a fire’ items. I actually bought them in New York when working for a buyer at a mart. She let me use her license as these cannot exchange hands without a museum or art collectors license these days. I adore them.
Saturday we had booked my birthday lunch at Quentin’s Oakhurst Barn for 1pm.
I had the scallops in burnt whisky butter.
I had the prawn curry. It was quite dear at R255 but nice.
Retha had oxtail.
We headed home and watched movies and some of us napped. Later Wes, Caitlin’s fella, came round. He brought me a huge beautiful bunch of lilies.
We played a few rounds of pictionary and then we played this crazy game where you each write down 10 words, then you have a variety of rounds. There is a round of 30 seconds, a round of pictionary, a round where you can only give a single word clue, one where you can only use facial expressions and not speak and one where you can only use hand puppets.
Today the kids went back to the Garden Route. Caitlin and I went to Muizenberg to see a new flat she is keen on buying. The traffic was very busy so we got back late to Hout Bay and Norm and I shot off to the shops. All of the cafes were already shut so we went to the Woolies coffee shop. We had a bacon and mushroom omelette with avo.
We did a shop then came home. We had a lazy afternoon. After our busy weekend, we deserved it. It was a stunning day.
This evening I made a roast chicken, roasted garlic aubergines, steamed broccoli and some spicy coleslaw so Norm and Cait had dinner and there was food for my lunch tomorrow. I dread weighing tomorrow but I’m back on the banting wagon after a free weekend of cinnamon rolls and daily cake.But for your birthday you should be able to not worry about it. As long as you pick back up after it is all fine.
That’s the motto for life, just keep trying!