I’m back to my weight before the depression and I really think its my high fiber diet I have to thank. A lot of people have noticed my weight loss, so I must of gained quite a bit over the last couple years. But thats what depression can do to you!  And I am definitely a comfort eater, oh how I love food!

Since James brought me a bread maker I have been having homemade multigrain bread everyday. Its the best thing! The smell of fresh baked bread in the morning, no preservatives or chemicals and oh so tasty! I think it maybe the bread is low GI so it is really filling plus is really helps my digestive system (makes me VERY regular). But its not only the bread  - I have swapped to eating wheat bran muffins (also home made) and also eat a lot of oats.

I was having a lot of digestive problems over the past few years and couldn’t figure out why, so once I changed to a high fiber diet the weight pretty much dropped off and now my clothes don’t fit! A good excuse to go shopping on Etsy I suppose!

This may not work for everyone, but definitely a high fiber diet has helped me maintain a digestive healthy system along side the weight loss. A high-fiber diet may also help reduce the risk of heart disease and diabetes. I fully recommend bread makers to everyone – they taste so good and great for a healthy lifestyle!

So far the wedding planning experience hasn’t been as stressful as people have said.

We managed to get most of the main items done within the first month all we have left is the suits, the bouquets and the wedding vows. Not bad at all I reckon!

The interesting thing about planning a wedding is that everyone seems to have an opinion or a suggestion about it, much of the advice I appreciate and some others I am left wondering if it is mine or their wedding I am planning. On the most part I am grateful.

But it is interesting to hear what other peoples expectations of a wedding should be, especially in a chinese cultured context. Things such as how I won’t be eating most of the night because I have to be a gracious host and talk to everyone the whole night, or how I need to set up time prior to take photos for everyone. Which leads me to think “Uh, this IS my wedding right…?” Then I am going to do what I want and how I want it, because basically it is my party! And for that matter I am DEFINITELY eating (come on its buffet and I am paying an arm and leg for the meal!) and if people want to take photos with me, well they can just come up and take a natural photo with me. I refuse to be like some cardboard cut out for people to take photos with! Those are just a couple of the funny things I have heard people suggest to me.

Nope. No fancy wedding at the Peninsula with 500+ randoms we don’t know, no bouquet toss (thats just mean when you are my age!), no polystyrene 5 tiered cake, no wedding photos taken 2 months in advance, no 3 dress change or me prancing around like a headless chicken trying to talk to all the guests. Just a big ‘ole party the way we want it!

The most important thing for James and I is that our wedding is meaningful and is special to us. So it doesn’t matter to me if its a bit eclectic in style (actually thats kinda what I like) and we play rock music and have pictures of our cats on our party favors, and everything is DIY – the point is it reflects us as a couple and we are with the people we love and care about

“Tonight I saw the children in their rooms,
Little flowers all in bloom—
Burning suns and silver moon.”

~ Andrew Peterson

Tomorrow is my 28th birthday and life is messy.

At 28 I thought I would have more or less of life figured out. By the time I turned 30 I envisioned I would have it all together. My life would be straightforward and purposeful.

Life isn’t.

Life as it appears is incredible messy and complicated.

We are managing our lives with ‘to do’ lists and bills to pay, meetings to attend and emails to write. We manage our diets and our bedsheets. We keep on moving all the while carrying so many things in our life. Lugging around all the words and aspersions anyone has ever cast on us, with no place, it feels, to lay them down.

Where do you place the questions you carry?

The heartache and the joy? Your quiet worries? Where can you let yourself spill over into truth as messy and new and raw as it sometimes feels?

One of the hardest thing in life I believe, is laying down all those things that we carry. All those desperate attempts to save our selves from heartache, idleness and self contempt. We cover our true and messy selves with as much charisma and articulation we can muster. We carefully build a glamorous window into our life for others to see and hope people are happy to window shop. And we have become experts at keeping them out.

I believe we must begin to unravel ourselves. We must unwind the tight little ball we have worked ourselves into and release it to God, knowing He will not solve all our problems straight away but He is in the process of untangling who we are becoming.

At 28 years old I am realising life is a rather messy place but I am learning that that’s ok.

I am not aiming for a pretty life, I am aiming for release.

I equate writing to what it must feel like for a person to surf on a large wave.

The feeling can be the most exhilarating thing in the world but firstly one needs to find the wave, and then secondly be able to catch it. Both of these also require some skill. This has led me to the conclusion that if writing was what I did to earn a living, I would in fact not be able to pay my bills. And I can completely forget about pro surfing for that matter as well.

I do actually enjoy writing. I like the meditative nature of it. The in and out, the twisting and turning, the typing and deleting of vague thoughts into actuality. Its all very therapeutic.

But so many things stand in the way. They purposely distract me from the stillness, from focus. Sleep, TV, Facebook, work. They cry out for attention like a baby that needs to be fed. Some days I just can not bring myself to write anything.

The thought of having to think and to articulate tires me. I sit at my computer well intentioned, with all the right tabs open and its like having ADD. I’ll remember that I haven’t scooped the cat litter today, I should call the dentist or I’ll think about the last conversation I had and daydream what it would of been like if I had said something funnier or wittier. Or even vaguely helpful.

I’ve been reading ‘Bird by bird’ by Anne Lamott and she recommends breaking the task down. Just write about one thing, write one paragraph and that’s all you need to attempt. Just get something down. Don’t worry if its messy, incoherent or rambling. Just get it down and fix it later. Messiness is what first drafts are for. So this, I am going to try.

“Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life.”

~ Anne Lamott