It seems, in spite of me being against the idea of 'self-help' in general, that I am spending 2011 on a journey of self improvement.
I didn't realise it, and it came as a shock to me when I was preparing for knitting camp last weekend, that I had barely had an alcoholic drink since New Year's Eve. I remedied that at camp of course, it's a self-improvement journey, not a road to sainthood.
I'm regularly getting my 7 fruit and veg a day. I stopped eating cake every single time there was some on offer, I cut down on white carbs and I reduced my portion sizes. You won't beleive what happened next. I lost weight!
About a month ago a lightbulb went on in my head. For years I've been wanting to learn to run. 'I would love to learn to run' I used to say to my running friends; champagne in one hand, blue cheese on a rice cracker in the other. But it took me years to click that the link between wanting to learn to run and being able to run is - doing running.
So I set a goal - I'm going to run a half marathon in September - and I downloaded a program - touch wood I've stuck to it. And guess what? I can run a little! I ran 5km in the Mother's Day Classic on Sunday morning - I was out of bed and registering alone at 7:30 (I never knew there were two of those in a day), and I ran the 5km race. And I got on the news! (for a split second, so I was told at work yesterday)
I've even been improving my intellect. Before knitting, when I was in London and before the kids, I used to read voraciously - both Alan and I would repair to parks or pubs with our books and while away many an afternoon in the sun happily, (including one beautiful one in a park in Amsterdam the weekend he proposed). But since the children, and more so the knitting, I haven't kept up with the releases and now I find myself overwhelmed with choice.
So I asked my learned friend with the phd to help me improve - she chooses the book for me to read from her serious book collection - I read it, and then we email our opinions to each other in highbrow fashion. This sidesteps the problem with real bookclubs that always go tits up because of that one pain in the arse control freak who thinks they're smarter than everyone one else and railroads all conversations into monologues about What They Think About It and won't let the group read books with any decent sex in them.
Anyway I read a book. 'Never Let Me Go' by Kasuo Ishiguro. I liked it I guess, although I found so much of it lacking in depth, which I suspect was part of the point of the whole thing in the first place. Anyway, I've got another one lined up now, a crime fiction, so let's see how I go with that.
And now, for all you who have lasted this long with all this personal crap which I usually avoid on the blog but might be changing my mind about - let's have some knitting shall we?
The phildar book came - mailed in Paris on the 5th, arrivee in Wollongong on the 10th - how good is that? I ditched the yarn from the order in the end for economic reasons - and I love so many things in it.
Here is a shot of my new wip. I have decided to approach this new project with the discipline of my new improved self, in a modular fashion. I'm knitting the back and the fronts up to the armholes, and then I'll do them all together from then so I know the rows are correct and all the pieces will finish at once. Going pretty good so far - lots of bobbles!
And now, I'm off to make a virtuous soup of brocolli and beans.