I don’t drop by my Facebook too often (I lay the blame – as everyone else – on being too preoccupied) but this morning a memory popped up that I can’t resist sharing. It’s taken 2 years ago to the day, when Cecile was still part of the family. It was a time of great change and upheaval and if I think about it, the picture was taken in an act of defiance. To the outside world, but more so to myself. I am ok. We are fine. We will survive. Less than three weeks later I found myself in an ICU, fighting septicemia and organ failure. It is a time in my life I still have to come to terms with and perhaps it hasn’t received the closure it deserves. But today, as the sun shines and I am working on a new exciting project, and my kids making progresses in life which I am tremendously proud of, I can’t help but counting my blessings.

A logical fallacy given we will always be limited by our lack of knowledge? Or should the statement be seen in a logical vacuum where all illogical arguments have been removed? I would imagine the latter, the problem being we rarely work in logical vacuum conditions (read science).

My philosophy teacher is sorely missed

I’ve just returned from an Easter weekend in Reims. As usual it’s been a mix of sightseeing (Reims Cathedral is a warm recommendation where the kings of France were coronated for 700 years), Champagne tasting, shopping and trying local culinary curiosities :).

Reims Cathedral is a gothic architectual marvel

impressive stone masonry at the Palace of Tau

such as this fire place

sauteed Cerveaux (cow brain). Tasty but the notion of contracting CJD (Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease) loomed over the starter

 

I promise so much on my blog. It’s my way to keep myself under strict supervision. It works…and then not. it all depends on the kind of personality one has. I suppose I rather be an honest liar than a lying hypocrite. Philosophically it doesn’t matter much…after all there is no right or wrong, but thinking makes it so. But this is not an entry on philosophy, although I have recently been revisiting the tracks of my wondering stoic mind. No…it’s merely an explanation to why I have not kept my latest promise….however trivial it may be: Keeping a record of my eating and fitness regime.

As I stood on the scale tracking everything beyond the kilograms, there was no escape. I knew I had been good…in places (sounds familiar ;)?…yet I had once again failed my targets miserably. My PT gave his slightly nuanced take on the dire situation…I had plateaued. Whatever the argument one may use, let’s put the results up for close scrutiny. Tomorrow is after all another day šŸ˜‰

Mid February:

Weight: 61.3 kgā€™s
BMI: 22,5
Fat percentage:(a whooping ā€“ do note considered obese!) 34,2 %
Muscle mass: 38,3 kg

March 11

Weight: 61.1 kgā€™s
BMI: 22,4 (-0.1)
Fat percentage: 33,5 % (-0.7 ā€“ I am still considered obese according to Google
Muscle mass: 38,9 kg’s

April 12

Weight: 62 kgs (up 0,9 kg’s!)
BMI: 22,8
Fat Percentage: 30,3% (Down 10%…I’ve gone from obese to average according to Google šŸ™‚
Muscle Mass: 41 kgs (up +5%….yes this is good!)

I felt marginally encouraged that I was on the right path and promised myself I would continue my food and fitness diary. Thus, he it is…

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Workout: 25 min biking / 7 min cross trainer / 5 min rowing / weights / lunges / 10 min yoga (total 1 h, 40 min)

Breakfast: cottage cheese, blueberries and a handful of nuts, coffee

Lunch: sweet potato and pumpkin soup

Dinner: chicken, peas, carrots and some peanut butter sauce (my sin ;)…and 2 glasses of red.

simple but excellent dinner

Thursday, April 13, 2017

no workout (no time)

Breakfast: 1 200 gram protein yogurt, 2 mandarins, coffee

Lunch: chicken and avocado salad, 2 cappuccinos

lunch at …Lunch & Co

Dinner: sweet potato and pumpkin soup, and 2 glasses of red (this is something I intend to cut down on)

 

Touch me
I am losing shape
Look I am invisible
Can you say my name

If there’s a perfect sky that we came from
We’ll be like stars forever shining on

Catch me
I am almost there
How can I be near
I am high speed
I am everywhere

I couldn’t catch your smile
You are blinded by another side
I couldn’t say goodbye
You are traveling at the speed of light

You and me
We never cross the boundary
That’s how I know you
I can hear you say

You and me
We never unveil mysteries
Once you are shining
We never tried again

You and me
We never cross the boundary
That’s how I know you
I can hear you say

You and me
Always traveling separately
When I try to reach you
You are miles away

You and me
We never unveil mysteries

Touch me
I am losing shape
Look I am invisible
Can you say my name

If there’s a perfect sky that we came from
We’ll be like stars forever shining on

Catch me
I am almost there
How can I be near
I am high speed
I am everywhere

You couldn’t read my mind
How I wanted you to hold me tight
I couldn’t save that night
I was passing by at the speed of light

You and me
We never cross the boundary
That’s how I know you
I can hear you say

You and me
We never unveil mysteries
Once you are shining
We never tried again

We are flesh and we are free
We are drift wood in the sea
From the distance we are stars
Like there is a face on Mars

We are lost and we are one
We are neighbors to the Sun
Slowly drifting out of sight
Traveling at the speed of light

Your first school camp is something special, whether it’s excitement or sheer nerves. I can recall the first such outing I ever attended organised by the youth organisation 4-H (as we speak I am looking up their activities in the Netherlands but can’t find much. Perhaps they suffer the same unfortunate reputation as the Scouts here). Well Sebastian is going to something more of a camping meets Center Parks with walks in the woods and dunes. Before lights went out this evening we checked, double and triple checked the list of supplies ranging from a torch to marshmallows (great for toasting in the camp fire). I dare to say we crossed the t’s and dotted the i’s. All said and done, the little man is tucked in and fast asleep. On that note it’s my bedtime too.

Packing is ready

Sebastian received his swimming diploma today! Unfortunately I wasn’t there to see it but it’s been needless to say many Wednesday’s of practice that has gone into this feat. Sebastian I’m incredibly proud of you and can’t way to see it put to good practice during our next vacation. Speaking of which two holidays are so far booked: our May vacation being spent in Le Touquet and summer in Malta. It’s especially tempting as weather is pretty bleak as we speak. Can’t wait in other words!

next holiday will see more swimming than sand castles I suspect

We celebrated Victoria’s birthday in style at Southern Cross in Heemstede, a highly recommended Australian restaurant. Thank you family for making it a memorable evening!

 

All smiles

perfume, makeup, spotify and PT lesson

 ā™„ ā™„ ā™„

fusion style crocodile

guineafowl

Happy Birthday darling!

This is a tribute to my girl, Victoria, who is turning 19 today. 19 years is a long time when you are a year away from entering your second decade. And if I think back a lot has happened – personally as well as around us. Well the world never stood still – that is true not just in a metaphysical sense.

I always believed in strong names and Victoria, you were not only named after the Goddess of Victory but also because I find this name not only beautiful but regal. Befitting you and how I wish your life to turn out – full of beauty, happiness and victory. May the Gods be on your side, and may fortune shine on you. And if it doesn’t, realise there is a lesson in that too.

Today you have woken up to the UK triggering article 50, and you have been through some overwhelming events over the years. I have not always been the best person to explain why certain things unfolded the way they did. Perhaps I was better explaining terror deeds and religious convictions than I was in making sense on some personal happenings. But you have dealt with it well and if I see your work as a graphic designer and what you have accomplished in a short time, I am immensely proud. Victoria, I love you and Happy, Happy Birthday! xxx

My girl