For some reason I weigh 95.3 kilos and it seems to me that I weighed this some time ago and that I am going backwards now and I sure as hell don’t want to be doing this! Excuse my language. The deal is that I loose weight, not that I gain it! Whoever is in charge of lost ounces and kilos, please pay attention! This woman here is supposed to be losing weight! Well, really!
This is what I had yesterday: one small glass of juice, one piece of cumin cheese, two little cookies, one piece of Maasdammer cheese, some potato salad, some Melba toast, another piece of Maasdammer cheese and one tall glass of milk. I could have done without the potato salad and the second piece of Maasdammer cheese, but I did have to eat something. The pears are all gone, I had to throw some away, because they had become overripe and some fruit flies were swarming over them. Eduard and I both seem to like the cumin cheese very much, because it is shrinking rapidly. We’ll have to get a bigger piece next time.
Yesterday was a pleasant day. The morning was nice and easy and we took our time getting started like we do every Sunday morning. Sunday mornings are definitely our quality time together. I go back to bed and the animals are used to the fact that we stay in bed forever then and the cats make room for us to stretch out in. Eduard wears his birthday cologne. He only wears it on Sundays, he doesn’t want to attract any women during the week. Although I tell him that that is fine too.
Anyway, we take forever to get started, and once we do, we take our time eating breakfast and having some more coffee. In my case eating breakfast consisted of having a piece of cumin cheese and a glass of juice. In Eduard’s case it means having several sandwiches with cheese and liverwurst. I guess we are really having brunch then, although it is something else altogether to what Americans call brunch. Not for us the scrambled eggs with bacon and hash browns and toast dripping with butter. Yum, I can taste it now! I will never be able to eat a breakfast like that again. It’s a good thing that I don’t live in the States, I would have to forgo so much.
I remember how amazed I was when I saw what Americans ate for breakfast when I went to a Denny’s for the first time. It didn’t take me long to start liking that kind of food also. Here was this whole eating culture that I had to be introduced to. Steaks and baked potatoes, hamburgers and pizzas, burritos and tacos. Ketchup on the French fries instead of mayonnaise. It was like waking up in dreamland, where everything was made of food and so cheap too. Buying steaks for the barbecue was no big deal, we just slapped those things onto the fire. Potato salad and baked beans. Fish and chips at the Costa Mesa fish fry. My mother, who was a food lover, thought she had died and gone to heaven. And then the ice cream, like banana splits! How decadent! Yes, the land of plenty.
Now, Europeans have caught up and eat equally big portions of fattening foods and we are all getting fatter. It’s the new health problem. Little kids drink lots of cola and eat too many chips. Their parents take them to fast food places like McDonald’s. There is no such things as hunger, but there is lots of eating because it is there and wanting more of it. It’s a greedy kind of eating. People want lots of fat and sugar. Little kids do. And parents don’t say no, they just keep indulging the kids. Listen to me, I am a former obese person, I know all about overeating and the cause for it. It is all very emotional. Like eating chocolates and not being able to stop until the box is empty, because it makes you feel better. Fast food means very quickly feeling good! And you keep eating, because you keep wanting to have that experience of feeling good.
Now, I have to capture that feel good feeling after one piece of cheese or one glass of milk, and I do. I look forward to eating and drinking those things and feeling the satisfaction afterwards. It helps that I feel full so quickly. That a small portion is enough. It helps to know that I will never be able to eat a Big Mac again. I can’t imagine eating something like that now. If I am ever a condemned woman and they ask me what I want for my last meal, I’ll say, just give me a piece of Maasdammer cheese and a cold glass of milk!
Anyway, in the afternoon we rode our bikes into town. The weather was looking unpredictable. There were many ominous looking clouds in the sky, but when the sun was out, it was warm. I took my umbrella just in case, but we ended up not needing it at all. There was a strong wind from the west and we had to ride our bikes into it when we went to town. That was a bit of a push. We took the pedestrian/bicycle bridge across the river, the one with the elevator that is so handy, and we went to the chapel first. There weren’t too many people there, luckily, but somebody was practicing the organ in the basilica and was making quite a racket. He kept playing the first part of Here Comes the Bride. It sounded promising every time, but every time he stopped and started again. It is just a little bit harder to have a conversation with your Higher Being under those circumstances. There was also a woman who had taken it as her job to pull out all of the candle stubs and dropping them in the large catch area under the candles and she was making quite a lot of noise, so I gave her a dirty look and she stopped. Really! There were people praying there! Sometimes I suffer no fools!
After the chapel, we rode our bikes to the film house, because Eduard had to pick up some of his tools there to work on his motorcycle. There is something wrong with his gearshift and he has to take it apart. There were no films being shown that afternoon, because no films are shown in the afternoon in the summertime, unless there is something special going on. So we were all alone. We had coffee with cookies and welcome they were too. I could have had more cookies, but I was wise and didn’t. In the Netherlands, cookies are always served with the coffee. The coffee is always served in a cup and saucer. Just so you know.
They have a box there in the store room with items that visitors have lost and have never returned for and Eduard found me a really nice pair of sunglasses there. They are really hip and fashionable and they look good on me. Eduard says that they make me look like an Italian movie star. It is amazing what people leave behind and never return for, like mobile phones and sets of keys and coin purses. They stay in the box forever, until somebody decides to put an item to use. As I did with the sunglasses. I needed a new pair, as my old ones were scratched in the lenses and I had been planning to buy a new pair at the Hema. So now I have a whole new perky look.
After we had coffee, we rode our bikes to the library, where I picked out three travel books by Paul Theroux. One is about Great Britain, one is about Oceania and one is about his train ride through Asia. While I was looking around, I saw lots of other interesting books and I realized that there is so much reading material left and that I will be reading books from the library for the rest of my life. A really nice young man helped me find the books I was looking for and then he pointed out another section of books with travel stories that he thought I might be interested in and I am. So, from now on, I’ll have to go to the library with Eduard when he goes. He can’t just pick out books from my lists anymore. I am in the mood for travel books anyway. So, I’ll be reading those for a while, I think. It is also nice that they have such knowledgeable personnel in the library and I realized it is more than just putting the books back on the shelf in alphabetical order. I do suppose that everybody has their area
of specialization as the library is divided up in four different floors plus the basement for foreign language books. Becoming a librarian takes three years of training, I suppose the CWI will not offer me that kind of schooling. Ha ha.
I get very greedy when I see so many books all together. It is just like a book heaven to me. I feel the same way in a good book store. The more I look, the more I want. Especially once I understand the system of how the books are arranged and where the best stuff is to be found. I suppose I got my love for books from my mother. She was an avid reader and was especially fond of American writers. My father didn’t read as much, but he was interested in books about nature and science. Especially those with good photographs in them. My oldest sister doesn’t read at all, but I think she has dyslexia that was never identified. My younger sister and I always read a lot, as does my daughter and my sister’s daughter. My nephew likes books about soccer and my grandson also likes to read a lot, in German as well as English.
Like I said, I get very greedy when I see so many books. I think, oh, there is so much to read still, how will I ever find the time? I am weary of reading during the day, because I am afraid that I will fall asleep on the sofa and I don’t want to do that. Also, I don’t want to do such a lazy activity during the day. Somehow, I am not allowing myself to do that right now. I sit up in bed in the evening for about 15 minutes before I go to lie down and read, but then when I lie down, I quickly fall sleep, so I don’t read enough. I really need a good reading chair to sit in and a little table handy to have my coffee on and my ashtray. But many times, Eduard falls asleep in his chair also when he reads, so I guess that is no guarantee.
Yesterday, when we rode across the market square, there were many colorful salsa bands playing there. They were playing all at once and there was a big joyful racket. I didn’t say to Eduard, stop, I want to listen, and I wish I had. It sounded so nice and happy. Eduard just kept on riding his bike and I figured he was not interested. Later on, I asked him about this and he said, oh, you should have just told me to stop and I would have stopped. I didn’t know you were interested. So, it’s my own fault, I was too hesitant. As it was, we could hear the drumming when we got home when the wind was in the right direction and I really regretted not saying anything. I assume too much.
Well, I found out that there are not many shoes that I can wear yet. Yesterday, I wore my brown sandals and they ended up hurting my toe and I took them off as soon as I came home. The toe had bled a bit and it kept hurting, even when I wore my slippers. It still hurts this morning. I have a pair of very open toed black sandals that I will try today, otherwise I will just have to wear my slippers all the time. They are kind of clunky looking, but they are comfortable. All I can do is keep changing the band aid and keep the wound clean. I am so afraid to stub my toe!
One of the things I washed the day before yesterday, was my gilette and it shrank just a bit, which I wanted it too. I also washed the kimono top and it looks a bit smaller too. I just hope it didn’t become too small. Actually, I didn’t think it would shrink at all, it being a synthetic material, but it looks like it did. Well, I am losing weight, or at least I am supposed to, so I will fit into it again soon. I also washed a tank top and a long sleeved shirt, but they stayed the same size. They are made of a stretch material, so they will fit me for some time yet. Anything that stretches is good to own right now. Every time I wash the jeans, they become a little bit smaller, but then when I wear them, they get baggier again. Jeans do that. So, I just wash them often.
This morning the weather is very stormy and the sky is full of threatening looking clouds. It looks like it is going to rain. We’re not really having summertime right now. I never know what to wear. Yesterday I had to change my clothes halfway through the day, because what I was wearing was too warm. Now, that will be perfect. I am sort of hoping to be able to wear those sunglasses, but it doesn’t look like I will today. Eduard never wears sunglasses, but yesterday I gave him Brion’s old pair and he put them on and looked in the mirror and thought he looked kind of snazzy. He can wear them when he drives the car. They are perfect for that.
I see two cats, but no Jesker yet. All is quiet and the coffee tastes good. The wind howls around the apartment sometimes. Bbbrrr…
I just reread some of my oldest posts and see what a mess I was in then. I feel sorry for the person I was then. I start off having all those screwdrivers and I must have been in bad shape having needed them. Then I start the Topamax and you can see how expectant I am and how very much I want it to work. Skip ahead a few months to now and everything is so much different now. I don’t drink anymore, even though there is still a full bottle of vodka on the shelf in the kitchen, and the Topamax has started to work. I have also realized how depressed I had been for such a long time. It is amazing what you will accept when you don’t know any better. Back then I was full of questions, now I have many more answers.
It’s a shame that people have to go through mental pain because of lack of medication or the lack of the right medication. I guess I am very lucky, regardless of the years that I was not that lucky. When I was ignorant of how well I could feel. Eduard’s birthday was such a difficult event for me, all those people to talk to and entertain. Now that wouldn’t bother me one bit. It’s a shame that life’s events happen while people are in less than optimum moods, because they are not getting the proper treatment. Imagine all those decisions being made and reactions taking place because of faulty wiring!
Well, yesterday was definitely a seven. I tell Eduard about this and I said, you only need to worry about it when it becomes a nine! I should be so lucky! An eight would do!
Have a good day people, ciao…
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