tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69967612011-04-22T02:06:23.400+03:00A "maybe more than a weightloss" journal...but a weight loss journal indeed!Argyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13851902602709086839noreply@blogger.comBlogger3491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996761.post-77082900120225912342006-12-17T08:47:00.000+02:002006-12-17T08:48:36.018+02:00

Email me at argyro.k@gmail.com for the new blog

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...to say good bye to this blog.Its about time to say good bye to many things.I just need to find the strength. The way. The balance.So I will succumb to the need to change to beta blogger and create a private blog.I will give you the details soon.

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Right, in matter of importance:in my refrigerator, since yesterday, one will find the following items, that were almost never there for me to eat, as part of a daily diet:organic milkorganic vanilla bifidus yoghurtin the kitchen counter:a huge basket with oranges for juicea huge jar with home made musli containing: organic oat flakes, organic rye flaks, flaxseeds, organic almonds, organic

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how it is to write a post for days in your head, having rehearsed the impressive beginning in all different tones and tastes, and suddenly the tiny little thing that will cross your eye will give you such a shift to your original perspective, that you will sit astonished looking at your empty screen and feeling: yes, the time is trully right for this post!Blogger beta did this to me. For a couple

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The gorgeous Beckie left a comment that really brought a sea of tears. Now you have to know that this was not something that took a lot for me to happen. I would see something, listen to something, smell something, taste something, touch something, think of something, and tears would fall effortlessly. Beckie said that this is my journal and that I should be back posting my thoughts, since many

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Tonight might be the most important meeting of Angelos and me.We will go out for dinner. We have been out for dinner a couple of times so far, and he has come home for dinner a couple of times too.I feel a little different.I took the week to myself. Did not call him or reply to his calls, did a few things on my own, like sessions with my therapist, and body things, like a cleansing of my energy,

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It is not that I do not write. I write endless pages of endless letters to him.It is not that I do not feel like coming here and posting. I really do. I have tried many times. And then I stay for minutes staring at the screen, feeling totally lost for words.Im in a very difficult situation. That of waiting for him to make his choise. The deadline is October 5. I do not feel much hope really. He

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we are taking the ferry at midnight.things are tender.we are both deeply hurt... i think he needs more mending than i do really...i never realised the things i said...or did...or did not said...or did not do....all these last 8 months.i have hope...i have gratitude for your sweetness as well.send us warm reconcilliation vibes.i will be back somewhere between the 25 and the 28 of august

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Thank you for the baby making wishes.However, to have a baby, you have to have a father for them. I am not sure I still have one.My husband left home on Friday. On Thursday he came to pick me up from work, we went together to the hair salon and both had a haircut, then we went to Vangelis and Sofia's, then home, where we made plans to go book-shopping after work on Friday, and slept in each

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Three minutes after the third pregnancy test in three days I got my period, 3 days late. It is exactly like that and I find it a bit amusing.And as soon as I got it I went to weigh in and what?! 86.8! So 88 was not really the weight. 88 was the bloated weight.We are not leaving today. We changed the tickets for Tuesday. And I am not coming back on August 25. Im back on August 29.Last night I had

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I do not know where to begin again. I still have the tenths of posts I've "written" in my head and never took the time to transfer here and I'm,once more, lost as to where I left this and where I am now.Life has decided to throw all the pebles in one go. Work is incredibly ...ummm.... complicated let's say, to the point of having my boss casually mention that perhaps I should not leave for

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I thought I'd come here and update a bit. My plane is taking off at 12.50, which means I have to leave home around 11, its almost 9 now, and this gives me enough time to shower, decide what clothes I want to take with me, pack them all in the smallest suitcase I can find, and then call for a taxi.I am off to Lyon today, and tomorrow morning I am catching a train to Chalon Sur Saone, a village in

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Yep, tis when I woke up this morning! And I slept at 11 o clock last night! I slept for more than 12 hours and you know what? I woke up because my bladder comanded it, and wanted to go back to bed but then I saw the time and decided that I just HAD toget up.I have been sleeping for 3-4 hrs every night this last week. The period from hell kept me away from the morning swims till yesterday. No

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Weigh in (on the 3rd day of my period): 89.2 (-0.8)Im really pleased with this. Really pleased cos I know its more of a loss cos Im so bloated from my period my wedding ring is tight!I've been having the period from hell, and its because of the cold water of the morning swims. But it's getting better. I'm hoping I'll be able to go swimming tomorrow again. I already miss it!!!I doscovered a very

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I am really very relaxed. A bit hormonal since I had my period yesterday evening, but really very relaxed.There comes the time when the questionmarks instead of rulling my world are put aside because the answer is not important anymore. What is important is actually the ability to question.Take me a bit closer to the truly important stuff in life, and I gain my perspective again. And you will ask

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I have been moodier than ever. One day my world is full of sunshine, the other is blue and gloomy. And this I can handle. What I find hard to deal with is an hour of sunshine, two hours of blues, then a ray of light, then the darkness of depths.This is also how I see myself in the mirror. One day the 4 kilos I've gained are not even there. I see myself in my bathroom mirror, while I am taking my

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It really is funny to always feel like I do not know where to start lately. I see my girlfriends and they ask me how I am and I do not know where to start. I post here and have a ton of things inside me and yet do not know where to start.You know I have not seen my therapist in 7 weeks. That's quite a lot of time for me that has weekly sessions. I could not go because of work in May, and now he

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Angelos is still asleep. It is the last day of my week off today, a public holiday too. Angelos and I had made so many plans for the long weekend, like spending our days in the beach, then come home and shower, and go out to see movies in the open air movie theatres we have here, the true celebration of summer for us: a morning and afternoon spent on the beach, then home for a long shower and

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I fell asleep in the sofa, at 10 pm on Monday evening. Angelos probably woke me up and took me to our bed sometime after. I have no recollection. I woke up yesterday at 11 am, had coffee, and left to go to the farmers' market. All this time I was dreaming about this. Going to the farmers'market the first tuesday after the event!As I was walking in the market, my eyes and nostrills feasting on the

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I am in my hotel room for the last two hours.I have been looking at the ceiling all this time. I have felt the saltiness of tears unable to be held for another second for the whole two hours. I actually cannot stop crying even now. And I do not want to either.These are tears held inside me for months now. These are tears of anger, frustration, sadness, insult, loss, nostalgy. These are also tears

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not go to bed at night, and at that point where I realise that the day is over, feel panic cos Im a day closer to yet another deadline that noone but me tries to meet. not feel this tight knot at my stomach every single second of the day, and not try to ease it by enormous quantities of the healthiest foods at dinner make love and become a wife again do mani's and pedi's and scrabs and facials

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I really have to leave soon and get to the office. However, Im gonna try and upload the rest of the pics from the balcony.Right...blogger wont do me a favour this morning either! I been waiting for 20 mins for two pics to upload and nothing yet!I'll try later when I get back home. Why does it take eons really beats me!Happy May....are you getting back on track like I plan to do? ;)

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I worked yesterday. From one in the afternoon to eight in the evening. I should go today too, but I am not certain yet. Tomorrow is a non working day and I was thinking of honouring May 1st by working today and not tomorrow, but I still have to decide this.When I came home last night, I saw this beautiful picture:He had fired up the bbq, and was cooking the following: 2 porkchops, a steak, a

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You know, there are times like this very one, that I so want to write something here, and yet, I still cannot really listen to my thoughts. This has been a very good description actually for me lately. I cannot even hear my thoughts. I am on auto pilot.It is not the Easter weekend for us orthodox ones yet. Its next weekend. For me its just another working day. I just do not have to get to work

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With me I mean. The ups and downs. The pinks and the blues. The firm decisions and the moments of weakness. The bold statements of here and now and the sentimental excuses of not doing it today. The countless times of restart ... just for a couple of days.I try to do a bit of all. I try to be a bit of all. I fail with much grandeur in everything.Example;This time of the year, I turn to a green

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Work is getting even more busy than I ever imagined it to be. I am never back home before 11 in the evening now. However, things are a lot better among ourselves and this makes the day go by faster and there is also some fun involved in the routine.The bigger day has a lot to do with everyone's mood. More light, more energy. I just dont want it to get a lot hotter soon. I will have to make a very

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Spring always feels like a gift to me. It always brightens up my spirit and makes me do things I regularly do not do. Like cut on meat. I am a devoted carnivore you see. Give me a good grilled portion of lamp chops, and put next to them pizza, cheese, rich pasta, fresh baked bread, french fries, you name it, I will still choose the chops.But when Spring enters, I turn semi-vegeterian.I crave

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First thought as I opened my eyes this morning was ewwww...work!But its a bright sunny day and Im rested and relaxed so I will go ;)I got a call from my therapist lat night...there is a marathon session this weekend. I should go, shouldnt I?....Angelos and I ate like 4 pigs yesterday. But got a lot accomplished too!There are photos from the weekend at flickr for those of you that are flickr

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This is me today. Content. Relaxed. A bit sunburnt in the face too :)We had a fantastic time! The weather was cloudy all friday and saturday, but brilliantly sunny on Sunday. What did we do?Angelos and Sofia sleeped in each morning, while Vangelis and I woke up at between 7.30 and 8, had a fast coffee, took Kika, the dog-ess, drove for 15 minutes in quite roads with olive tree fields in both

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This is me today. Content. Relaxed. A bit sunburnt in the face too :)We had a fantastic time! The weather was cloudy all friday and saturday, but brilliantly sunny on Sunday. What did we do?Angelos and Sofia sleeped in each morning, while Vangelis and I woke up at between 7.30 and 8, had a fast coffee, took Kika, the dog-ess, drove for 15 minutes in quite roads with olive tree fields in both

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You know who found out that has gained weight? Nooooo...not me! I weighed in on Tuesday and was so pleased to see 88.5. That was a tiny .2 loss from the last weigh in, which means my good eating in Belfast and the long miles I walked each and every day were not destroyed by the chocolate feast of last weekend. I wont go into the "shit, that means if I had not eaten the chocolate I would have lost

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I had never reached 130 kilos? What if I started now? What if I had spent the last british pounds I had in Heathrow airport buying all the different cadbury chocolates I had never seen in my life - just like I did - brought them home, ate them all durig the weekend, woke up this very Monday sick with myself, afraid to get on the scales, and decided its about time to lose some weight?Would I then

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I simply adore it when everyone here calls me love. I get on the taxi, and the driver asks me... where can I take you love? I go to macey's to buy nurofen, and the woman in the cashier asks me ... do you have a headache love?Im just back from the end of the conference, and I have an hour till I have to meet the rest. They are taking tus o the belfast castle for a traditional irish dinner, with

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I got a shock last night.My boss is supposed to go to Belfast next Tuesday evening, to an international conference, of a cultural network. She will do a presentation in front of 300 delegates, she will host a round table for half of them. She will be the delegate of honour, since our organisation won the bid and we are hosting the 2007 conference in Athens. There is a Greek night planned to

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I do not mean to blow my own horn here. So don't think so. I am just going to say what has been happening to me since Tuesday. So restrain from thinking I'm playing Ms KnowsItAll, cos to be at this point of knowing what I know, I have really worked hard, I have really shed an ocean of tears, I have really fought with myself almost every week trying to persuade myself to go past all the excuses

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the bathroom photos. I promise to do them during the long weekend. Monday is a holiday and I have three days to myself. Bliss!I woke up at 11.00I have slept for 12 hours straight! My head feels clear! I have missed this so much!Angelos will be back home from work in about an hour and we will go shopping for food (I host the big traditional lunch on Monday), and perhaps a few tshirts me thinks.

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Nothing exciting really.Work has been amazingly busy, as you already know. Just got my period with severe cramps and imense moodiness.I have been eating clean since Monday. Fish has come to visit again. It has been fish and veggies most of this week. My body appreciates it so my tastebuds have been patient. I really wish I liked fish. It would be so easy with a brother and father in the fish

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The good news is the 1.2 kg is not in my body anymore. You know at the end of the day on Thursday I had all the symptoms that my period was coming in minutes...bloat beyond comparison, sore back, cramps, everything. But I woke up on Friday with no period, no bloat, not 1.2 extra weight. Which is good, cos that would have meant I would have had my period about a week early and you know how I freak

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I have been eating brilliantly since Monday. I have been cooking everynight. There will definetely be a cooking galore post on this neglected place during the weekend. I havenot gone over 22 points and the only "sweet thing"I have are sugarless slices of dry pineapple and papaya.So you understand that after 3 days, one would expect to get on the scales and see a small difference. I slept so well

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The last couple of weeks I have been cooperating with a guy at work whom I've never met before. There are around 200 employees in the Organisation I work, and I barely know 1/3 of them. This is a cure guy, very small and funny, and he has lived for 14 years in Brussels, which gives us a lot to talk about (I lived in Brussels for a year studying for my Master).He usually comes at my office, in an

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for this week is simple:3 meals, 2 snacks per day, all of them should add to 22 points. No more than that!The hardest meal of the day is already eaten. You have no idea how hard for me it is to eat breakfast. It has to be something small, not too savory, never sweet. I just had an apple and 4 walnut halves.And I have prepared lunch to take with me. Tuna in water, a cucumber, a tomato, a slice of

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and more on the scales I'm afraid. Remember the 1,5 kilo gain I saw on Monday? Well, it has another .3 added to it today I must say. 88.8. Oh I just remembered now how ecstatic I was the first time I saw it as I was moving downwards. Now its not such a nice number...Dont go ahead and tell me sweet things to make me feel better. There is no reason for this really. As much as we all despise the

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It has been a while again. Work got too unreal the last week I'm afraid. Working till 10 in the evening every day except Tuesday (I left at 8 cos I had my therapy session) and Friday (I left at 11.30!!!). There was an extra reason for the long hours this week.I was determined not to work on Saturday. Angelos worked super late all week days this week too, in order to not work on Saturday either.

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Let me tell you something.Do not neglect yourself. Do not! Especially when life gets tough. Especially when you work too much. Especially when you get too busy. Especially when everyone around you becomes too demanding. Especially then!When you push yourself to your limits, and you take no time to make it up to you, you take no time to pamper yourself, there is one thing certain to happen. You

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88.3This is a .3 gain. I did nothing really "bad" so I guess it is my body retaining because Im close to ovulating. Or it might be the flights. My body always reacts bad to the differences in pressure while flying. I can weigh in before I get in the plane and weigh in right after I get off it and it will show a couple of kilos more. My rings suddenly get tighter, my feet have no room in my shoes,

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I woke up this morning, made my coffee, sat on my desk, and got ready to read blogs. I was feeling nervous because I knew I had only 40 minutes to do my morning leisure. I had to be on the treadmill for the 1st workout of the 3rd week of the Cto5K program. And I was scared shitless. Run for 3 minutes straight? How could this be possible? But my lungs are getting better my darlings. I could

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10.15 pm and I was sleeping in the couch already last night. No wonder I have been up since 7 am! And I mean really up! It was one of these rare occasions that I felt awake the moment I opened my eyes. Angelos tried to talk me to get back to sleep as he was leaving for work, but it was not possible, so I got up, wearing my beautiful fuchsia pj's, put on my running shoes, hit the treadmill and did

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I have been unfair. Very very unfair. To myself that is. To all of myself actually. To my spirit, to my soul, to my body. That last post was indeed a reflection of my current state though. As the wonderful Beckie said "if it feels like rock bottom, the only way is up!"I am that type. I really have to get down there. There is no other way for me to get back up. And I have spent the last months in

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On January 7, 2001, I had a great night. I know, cos its my brother's nameday on this day and my best gf's son's birthday too.So all seventh's of January since 1999 go like this:I go to the boy's bday party, have the cake, then go to my brother's house, and enjoy the feast his wife has cooked. Plus lotsa booze. And then lotsa after booze snacks and sweets.When I went home on the 7th of January

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Second work out is done! And it felt better...actually to be precise...it burnt less in the lungs! But it really leaves me totally out of energy, in contrary to power walking, which make my endorphines keep me on high hours after.It really makes me wonder if I should do it in the evening, next week that I will be working again!And after the workout, I went to my mom's and made a cake that smiles

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I know you expected it, but I certainly did not. Shows a lot about perception really. I did believe that I have well worked muscles in my legs. I mean I do a brisk 5k almost every day. I go from the 2nd floor where my office is to the 6th floor, where my bosse's office is at least 5 times a day and down wearing high heels.Let me tell you all I throught were bullshit!My ass hurts, my lower abs

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Right. I am back.I actually went there and did it! I think I have been contemplating this first time for the last 8 months. I did it I tell you!!!! And I still wonder how lucky I am to not have died out there, cos honesstly, I thought I would at some point!All I will always remember from my first workout is how my lungs burnt. I mean, I have the extra you know. Not only I am fat and unfit, I am a

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I have been up since 7am. It is 10.15 now. I finally got dressed. And I am hitting the football court for the first Cto5K work out.Since 7 am I have butterflies in my stomach.Is this normal?I got to tell you mates...I am shitless scared!!!!Right, I go now...

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Last night we had a feast. The pasta with the caviar turned out better than any other time, and Angelos brought dessert too when he came home.We had a lovely night. It felt strange at first. It is really weird to open the door to someone with whom you been living with for almost 9 years and yet feel that a guest came for dinner. He really acted as if he was a guest, and that made things much more

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As a professional, I have done the following mistakes:have been too emotionally involvedhave valued work for more than it really is: fuel to run our lives the way we wantAs a wife, I have done the following mistakes:have taken my husband's natural kindness for granted, resulting in taking advantage of it more than oncehave not made the effort for quality time, by expecting him to do most of the

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This is the image I have in my head now. Something fresh. Like a rose blossom slightly opening. This is how I want to think of the New Year. 2006. Think of it. Isn't magnificent that the world have managed to survive 2006 years? Isn't it magnificent that besides the wars, the polution, the damage, babies are born, orange trees get blossoms, water is still drinkable, and people, no matter how poor

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And the place where everythings starts...and where everything goes to afterwards... and yes, the freeze needs organising and cleaning, and I am going to just do that on January 3, when my 5 days off begin!And the dinning area, with Angelos happily doing the bills....And the fireplace...which makes me go out every couple of days and cut fresh branches from the bitter orange trees to keep the

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I want to do nothing but taking pics and post them. Do you mind?This is my kindom...with very unorganised closets and fridge...which I am going to tangle as soon as my vacation starts, on January 3. And because we will soon leave to go to the fresh produce market, I am going to take more pics and post them in the afternoon!!! So...a view of the kitchen... And some staples...oranges and tangerines

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Well...meet Bibie! My new gorgeous laptop! Which came with an extra too!!! An HP digital camera! Nothing fancy really, but it takes pics up to 5 MP, is small and handy, and right on for a beginner like me! Most important feature? Free...came as a gift with the laptop!!!!I am sooooooooooo excited!!!!I got them both while I was at work. Took half an hour break, went to the shop and got it!So as

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You know, I really am a kid at heart.Which is good and bad, according to both my experience and my therapist. It is good because I find joy and happiness in the smallest things. It is good because it allows me to dance like mad with absolute no embarassement in the most busy street in Athens with my niece till people start dropping coins in front of our feet. It is bad because the smallest things

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On Christmas eve, we got home at 7 in the evening. Surely our last event finished at 2 in the afternoon. But you know, there was some paperwork to be done. And 550 chairs to be put away. And two last pressies to be bought. And food to be bought too. And my mother in law, who was supposed to have us for lunch the day after Christmas fell and hit her back and although she is fine she did not want

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I've got no computer at home, and no time to breathe.Work is absolutely crazy. I have slept no more than 20 hours since Saturday the 17th. Tonight is also a long night, since we're setting from midnight till dawn another show. The last. I will work tomorrow too, till 2 in the afternoon though.I still have not fisnished my christmas shopping, which have costed me triple than normal, because it

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You know, I really do not complain. About work I mean. An almost stranger opened my eyes last night and it made so much of a difference.I met this girl when I got to the new job. She was new too. And last night we met at the exit at around 11.00 and she asked me where I live and if I wanted a ride. Apparently she lives a couple of blocks away from our old appartment, and she wanted some company

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I don't know about you. But I fall in love with him every time I see him. Yeah...good ole Richard Gere, the amazing butt movement in Breathless caught my breath when I was around 16 and I am a devoted fan ever since.So last night, when I got home from work at 11.30 - yes, I left the office at a quarter to eleven! - "Autumn in New York" was half way through.There was nothing more I could want to

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Which is not a recap really. Simply cos there is no time. But I got in the scales and the number stayed the same (which means I went a bit over points during the weekend, but just a bit really:)Weight: 86.7 (loss of 1.4 kg)Steps: something around 32.000 - not really counting as exercise for the weekPoints consumed: 160 (6 points over)Sugar points: 4Have a super week darlings, I dunno when I will

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It has been an extra busy week. Thus the disappearance.During this week, which was full of 12 - 14 hr working days (without the commute), preparations for 70 events to take place in 6 days (the week after next), lotsa crisis at the office, bit of crisis at home (to go to Amsterdam or not), no exercise besides the approximately 5,000 steps I do on high heels daily at work (does that count? ;), I

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Oright...Numbers first, shall we?Weight: 88.1 (loss of 1.1 kg)Steps: 53.670 (average of 10.000 on weekdays, meansly 3.670 on the weekend)Points consumed: 158 (4 points over)Sugar points: (14 - unfortunatelly all were consumed during the weekend)I know there would have been a bigger loss if this weekend was not such a festive one. I ate more than I should yesterday and it certainly affected this

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Regardless the issue, in each and every therapy session, when I am in front of a situation that is not pleasing me, that is causing me pain, that is causing me uncertainty, and yet I go on doing it, living it, I always have to answer the same 2 questions:What do I avoid by sticking to the pattern of behaviour/relationship/etcWhat do I gain by sticking to itFor four years, I never had the answers.

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In loosing weight I have mainly used 3 tools:TherapyEatingExercisingEach of them has been used in a different way.Therapy:Therapy has been my major tool. Being a woman who has lost substantial amounts of weight a bit more than a couple of times, I realised that loosing is not the real pain. Maintaining is. And there should be a reason why I did not maintain before. As well as there is a reason

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Last night I left work at 9.15. On my way home I saw countless adds of the Mars Delight new (here at least) chocolate bar. So when I got off the bus, a little after 10, I stopped at the little shop to buy me smokes, and I also bought a Mars Delight.I took it home, gave it to my husband, asked him if he liked it after he took the first bite, he told me "yikes", and I threw the rest away.I cosnider

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I was looking at the "Manage Posts" section of my blog just now, and I found 4 drafts of unfinished posts between November 15 and now. All together won't make a post, and each of them won't stand on its own, since it is really cut abruptly. Oh well...Today the title is a statement. This is the week I start working on loosing weight and become fitter.So numbers are in order:Weight: 89.2 kg (shame

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I want to share with you a comic story I read in a comic book somewhere.The hero is Fany, a gorgeous and very well paid hooker, who always wears expensive designers outfits.So Fany is sitting in the corner of the street, when she sees a couple passing by holding hands and looking oh so happy. She thinks to herself...oh how i would love to be this woman, look at the love in her b/f eyes.Next strip

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Sometimes I manage to persuade myself that things are not happening. Or that things that happen do not matter. Or that things that do not happen do not matter. Then, one day, I wake up and wonder why I am feeling so weird since everything is cool. Since everything is normal.At that times, I search for the strength to pull away the veil.I cannot go into much detail about the things that are

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Actually there could be a title but I don't like starting the week with a whine. Or a rant. So I will save you from this.Instead, I will tell you about the plan. And my lost pedometer. There is not a shelf, drawer, pocket, or handbag I have not looked at for it. And I still have not found it. So I am ordering a new one today.As of tomorrow morning, I am waking 30 minutes earlier, in order to go

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My husband and I are cabbage lovers. White and purple both, but white cabbage is one of my favourite winter veggies.Cabbage is a stable in our household. I usually buy 2 medium sized white ones (or a huge one) and a small purple one each week from the farmers' market. The one white cabbage is eaten raw in salads. Grated carrot, finely chopped white cabbage, very little purple one, one garlic

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I am not sure... I mean, how would posting from work at the dawn of the second week could be described?But ladies, I have had enough!!!!My puter at home although resurrected still does not give me enough time online to post or comment, and I have things to tell you all the time in my mind which apparently will become last week's news. Additionally, I have been lucky till Friday, when I got on the

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I have an appointment at 9.30 in the new job. I'm excited. I assume it will take a good couple of hours. Then, I decided to pay my partner a visit. I am going there to talk to her and clear things out. Enough procrastinating and silly excuses. I was telling myself that I did not want to show weakness by crying should I feel like this. And with this excuse I have shown an even bigger weakness by

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I was tagged by Catesa!And I have a bit of time before getting of this desk and entering the bath to take a shower and change for the last premiere, so I thought I'd do the tag post. I was really stunned when I read the 5th sentense of my 23rd post.But the rules first:Go into your archivesFind your 23rd postFind the fifth sentence (or the closest one to it)Post the text of your sentence in your

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I woke up too early for a Saturday. My mind is not at peace. I was up while it was still dark, 6.10 am. The good thing is that Angelos woke up too a bit later, so we got to have morning sweeet cuddles and jokes in bed, and I feel better. A bit better. And I thought I'd try to see if the puter turns off, and yes it did! My museum item is resurrected! And I am begging him to last just 4 more weeks,

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Not only am I running like a headless chicken between office-to-leave and office-to-go, not only have I to learn and absorb 345 bits of new information for 234354 projects running in the organisation, not only have I to give in writting my managerial approach to the President of the organisation (managerial approach?!?! where are my Bus Admin books?!?!?) but my pc at home finally died after 8

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...a good eating and exercising day. And I feel on top of the world again! Not that yesterday was perfect. I have experienced this so many times and it never ceases to amaze me. How the first day back on track is always hard. How a week of poor eating creeps on you without realising really. I thought last week that I would not stress about food as I had too many things to stress about anyway. And

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Somewhere in my archives there is a post I have been working on for almost a week now, about last week's therapy session. I begun writting it, and while still in the middle I realised it was the longest thing I ever wrote, so I stopped and have tried a few times to summarise things, but the end result is not what I want it to be. If I don't manage to shrink it a bit more, you will have to read

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It still amazes me. The reason is really still difficult to understand. All it takes is one day of clean eating, and the next morning I wake up a new person. My face looks better. My stomach feels better. I wake up with energy.Did you know that when you are asleep and your body has not had the time it requires to properly digest your dinner, it uses all its energy for digestion dropping the cell

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It is soothing to get supportive comments. And it is very much appreciated.I am still in this gloomy state. The weekend did not help much, due to the premiere on saturday, and some rehearsal I had to go to on sunday, resulting in seeing her both days.I do not know why I hurt so much inside. I don't know why I feel so bad. I feel as if I am a bastardious human being who's really betraying someone

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My days are hard, and my nights are harder. On Thursday afternoon at 5.30 we started a conversation with my partner that lasted till 8.30 in the evening. I struggled to not say things. And I have regretted not telling them. Actually to be honest, the hurt part of me regretted this. The more mature one, the one who initially made the decision to never bring these things up again in order to

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I woke up feeling so much better. It took a couple of long phonecalls with close friends, a long chat with my mother, and mainly a very supportive and proud for me husband.The difficult part was accepting and admitting things I chose not to see, not to admit and not to accept.Friendship is a "used" words nowadays. I am not sure why we all do this. Why we distinguish friends by adding adjectives

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This is one post that is written for my own peace of mind. Or lack of actually. I know you will all be sweet and leave me words of care and support, but the truth is that I feel so bad right now, that I have no idea what could lift me up emotionally.I took the decision to discuss the job offer with my partner and be honest with her. Tell her that this job is so attractive to me because of its

Argyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13851902602709086839noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996761.post-1127987018262741292005-09-29T12:09:00.000+03:002005-09-29T12:43:38.270+03:00

I got a phonecall last night from an old client. We have not been working together for the last 16 months, mainly because she closed her production company as she undertook the position of the managing director in one of the most important cultural organisations in greece.She and I had a strange friendship, a weird chemistry which continued although she and my business partner got into a very bad

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As I get more and more used to not having the scales around, I notice how much better I eat and how much more I move. And because my period is due any day now, and the bloat is here with all its greatness, I have to tell you that my mood is a lot better! Because I did not receive an insane reading on the scales due to aforementioned bloat.I have to admit that not being able to control the damage

Argyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13851902602709086839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996761.post-1127741074259878892005-09-26T16:19:00.000+03:002005-09-26T16:24:34.876+03:00

The food I made was indeed much appreciated. The compliments were really flowing. I did not tell anyone that I am planning to try this in a more professional way though. I do not know what stopped me.It was a gorgeous party and we went to bed at 6am!The good thing about cooking so much food is that I had absolutely no appettite for eating it. Besides a few pieces of veggies dipped I had nothing

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Which is greek for good morning.I have been up since 7 am! I was awaken by the delicious smell of tomato confit. Really, when I opened my eyes, I had this image you see in cartoons when the apple pie is left on the windowsill to cool and the smell travels in the form of smoke and enters someone's nostrills! I panicked then a little, grabbed my cell which serves as an alarm and saw the time, then

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I think that the rest of the inbetweens are totally unrelated to the basic theme of this place, so breathe, I will spare you ;)What is really very relevant though is how my first week without the scales went.I really missed them seriously yesterday. Yesterday was one of those days that you think you lost weight while sleeping. The same jeans you wore yesterday feel looser. The stomach is nowhere

Argyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13851902602709086839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996761.post-1127400064415390262005-09-22T17:40:00.000+03:002005-09-22T17:41:04.510+03:00

This is where I am right now:Inbetween ditching the healthy lifestyle (I really hate this term by the way, but cant think of another one) and going back to the safety eating whatever I feel like gives me as an outlet to any emotional struggle.Inbetween hiding the pedometer and the sneakers and going back to nice dresses and high heels for workInbetween starting sharing my friends' joints again in

Argyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13851902602709086839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996761.post-1127207113517107752005-09-20T11:13:00.000+03:002005-09-20T12:08:32.613+03:00

I walked a total of 12.838 steps yesterday, or 9.24 km, which I like better :). I ate my fish and I did not enjoy it last night. I got to come up with more recipes, because besides the way the salmon is cooked, I am now getting bored with the way I cook all other fish.So I decided to give myself a nice dinner tonight :)Lasagna!I already made the mince and I am still drooling with the way it

Argyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13851902602709086839noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996761.post-1127136523141039362005-09-19T15:21:00.000+03:002005-09-19T16:28:43.406+03:00

It is not that I do not think of them. Especially when I go to pee or poo. My automatic reaction right away it to go to Angelo's bathroom to weigh in and then I get there and see no nice aqua scales. And I laugh. I think of them. A lot. Then I tell myself that after 4 weeks I will get to meet them and then get to get on them and then I will see a nice substantially smaller number than the 87.9

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I felt so strange this morning that there were no scales at home! My first reaction was "damn...why did I decide that!". But then, I felt a weird sense of liberation. And right now I am feeling a bit like the cat that ate the mouse. Satisfied. Content.But I had to measure something today. So I took the measuring tape. Here are the numbers darlings.Previous Weight: 88.6 kgChest: 105 cmWaist: 89

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Well, it has been raining since I left for that appointment (on which I got the contract :) which makes me 50% happy cos it smells wonderful and also I would not have been able to walk anyways, and 50% unhappy cos its so cloudy and heavy and I am just not ready for real autumn yet!After that appointment I went to a photo shoot and now I am back to my office.I took the bus and the metro to all

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One thing that has not be happening ever since I got the pedometer and started to power - walk to work like a maniac is wearing pretty clothes to work. I wear my jeans, because they have the perfect little pocket inside the front left pocket exactly at the size of my pedometer so it stays perpendicular like the instructions say, a tshirt, and either my reebok's (sky blue and white) or my nike's (

Argyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13851902602709086839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996761.post-1126680076875937682005-09-14T09:33:00.000+03:002005-09-14T09:44:37.353+03:00

I often brag about my ability to cook with whatever is available and come up with magnificent meals. I used to be very shy about it, you know, hear the compliments, blush and say it was nothing really. Then I realised that admitting the compliments and acknowledging my talent in the kitchen would propably be more normal than pretending I do not have them. So now I have become the opposite. (see?

Argyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13851902602709086839noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996761.post-1126623429576556192005-09-13T17:51:00.000+03:002005-09-13T17:57:09.643+03:00

I walked home from work yesterday. It was the first time I did this. I have walked home from work before, and I have also walked to work from home, but yesterday I walked both ways! 12.889 steps! 9.28 km! And I am up to 7.263 steps so far, and I plan on some walking later too, so I hope I will go over the 10.000 steps today too.My plan is to walk as close to 70.000 steps a week, and since

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