I haven’t been blogging much here or anywhere else for that matter, but it’s only because I’ve been living a lot. With more appointments than ever (and more coming) to keep up with, I have been adjusting. I’m thinking that I’m finally settled in for the time being.

My husband and I are just back from a lovely trip into South Australia, and I feel like I have a new breath of air in my lungs. After what 2011 put me and The Bloke through, it was wonderful to be able to get away and enjoy.

The Bloke has been able to enjoy a lot of things lately, including a well deserved “I told you so.”

As I mentioned in Back to Square One, I bought a notebook to start tracking things again. Mainly, my food. The Bloke has suggested a food diary a few times now, only to be met with snarls from my end.

I hate keeping food diaries.

But I have been. And the results have been… enlightening.

As much as I hate the process, the food diary has helped me address a lot of key issues. The act of having a food diary has helped me with mindful eating. Just having to take the moment before I eat something has helped me to become aware of not only what I’m putting in my mouth but why I’m putting it in my mouth.

I also used to have a tendency to eat every meal like it was my last. Keeping the diary has taught me to look ahead a bit and get my mind used to regarding each meal as one of many to come. This, in turn, has helped me to eat smaller deals.

After I’d kept the diary for a week or so, I began to get curious about calories. It turns out that I’m doing a decent job, but there were some things that were hitting me for more calories than I realised. My favourite chai latte? Over 200 calories – and that’s just for a regular. That ‘every once in a while’ splurge for a fast food wrap? Over 500 calories and it’s not even that filling.

I must confess that I had gotten into a headspace of feeling like I didn’t need to learn anymore. That it was something wrong with my body. While I was right in regards to my body – and am feeling a bit more energy since I started taking iron – I was wrong in thinking that I could sit back and stop learning.

Even if it involves doing something that annoys me.

Though I must confess, it’s not nearly as annoying as it used to be…

But don’t tell The Bloke. He’ll just say, “I told you so.”

(Just kidding. He’s not like that.)