Today, while supermarket shopping with my mum I had one of those moments. A moment you can’t explain, but one that people who are very close to their mum’s will understand.
I’d wandered off to find something in an aisle, then come back to find her in another aisle. As I was walking towards her from the other side of the store it hit me. Just watching her, looking at something on a shelf, deciding which brand to buy. It was just one of those mundane, everyday moments. But for that 30 seconds as I watched her my eyes teared up and I had to tell myself to pull it together so as not to cry in the middle of the supermarket.
While it’s not a life changing moment, and you’re probably wondering why I’ve even bothered blogging it, it’s a snapshot of 30 seconds of my life that means a lot to me. It’s something I want to remember.
Even writing about it makes me teary.
I love my mum to pieces, and she really is the person I will miss most.
Vanilla cupcakes with rose icing.
You know when life is just going right? It very rarely happens that all aspects of your life are in harmony. But for me it’s happening today. Well really all this weekend was brilliant.
My sisters and I celebrated Mothers Day by taking Mum out to Little and Friday for lunch. Mum’s a keen fan on anything rustic and country-kitchen so she absolutely loved it. We drank coffee, ate brioche and cream filled donuts, and laughed at all that’s happening in each others’ lives. Then we squeezed in a spot of shopping, where we bullied my youngest sister into writing her number on a receipt for a flirty salesman.
Other than a lovely day with my Mum and sisters, I spent the weekend dining with friends, drinking with friends, shopping, getting my hair done (no more greys!!!!) and getting my nails polished. All around bliss.
I was also quite surprised, as even though I gorged myself on the above pictured donut (drool worthy!!) I managed to get my ass into a pair of skinny jeans that I bought at Easter! This morning I weighed myself, as I do every Monday morning, and I’m the lightest I’ve been in as long as I can remember. You know when you’re on that weight loss high and all you want to do is keep eating healthy and exercise? I’m there.
I’m halfway through Six Weeks to OMG, and while people have criticized it I can see how parts of it work and make sense. I’ve started the skipping breakfast plan. I know, I know, people are going to tell me it’s bad, don’t do it. But I am. It’s working. Instead of feeding my body, it is forced to dive into it’s already pre-stocked refrigerator – my ass. Then at lunch it’s back to normal and I munch down on a tuna/chicken salad and fruit. Of course, I don’t want anyone to take from my blog that I’m telling you skipping breakfast will make you lose weight. No. I suggest you read the book if you want to know more.
My tummy is starting to grumble now, time for a long, black coffee. It’s also kind of achy. Too much planking during ad breaks last night.
So I was already to post about how fantastic I have been this morning, my 30 minute walk, my lunges, stomach crunches and a big glass of freshly squeezed juice for breakfast… until I received a phone call from my Dad that changed my outlook on today.
My Gran, at 81, died last night. She was in hospital, she hadn’t been well for awhile. It really knocks you though. My sisters and I burst into tears and hugged each other for a while, so lucky to have each other! I am so pleased we had all gone to visit her a couple of months ago. I do regret not seeing her as recently, but after a phone call to my Mum she explained that all we did was make her feel loved and happy. This is the perspective I guess we should focus on. It’s hard. But I think she’s happier. She wasn’t eating. She was down to 45kgs, bedridden and could barely even sit up.
The funeral is Friday, I’m not looking forward to it. But the closure and the memories are what count.