By the time she's finished 'testing' there's enough mix for maybe four little cakes.
shapeshifting
I've been blogging a long time. Since 2003. Lots of things have changed since then.
I changed. Change is what I do.
I shapeshifted and I'm still doing it.
Drive-by posting
Quick. Not much time. Bath running. Stuff waiting. Here we go...
Unchocolating: it was filmed as a TV show by film and sound production degree students. V amusing and distracting. The closest I'll ever get to being on Oprah. I sat on the sofa in front of a huge table of chocolate goodies while the thoughts of 50 teenagers yelled,"Sad old woman who can't resist fattening food. Poor cow." Whatever.
Tessa, she was the therapist, waved a lot of Galaxy chocolate under my nose, we chatted and then she hypnotised me. It worked. I don't know how long it'll last but I have no desire for chocolate. It's not a strong, nauseous anti-chocolate thing. I just don't want it. The weird thing...the strongest feeling is that I don't want to touch it. She asked me to hold a bar of Galaxy and I couldn't. I was going to buy some for Charlie today but couldn't bring myself to pick any up. I hope it lasts.
I've been experimenting with spray varnish on the stones I painted. It's not really working. I think I'll have to brush clear varnish on to them but I'm scared it'll smudge. I've used acrylic paint on the pebbles. What can you experienced arts and crafts types advise?
I also played with carving stamps to brand the little bags I have for the stone sets. Don't like it. So I'm going with Plan A on that.
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for Love Thursday
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Glove puppies. Oh yeah, they're back. I'm warming up my puppy muscles on a birthday present for Evie's best friend. She (the friend) is very fond of Jonesy, who goes to nursery with Evie three times a week, so hopefully it'll be a hit.
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The Threadgoodes are proving to be prolific layers.
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Paypal is not my friend.
Lisa is. Please support her if she can. She's wonderful, she's talented and she's doing this for all the right reasons.
Laters, taters.
It's not been the same since Kraft
Thanks to the power of the tweet, yesterday I found myself on the phone to this lady. She was looking for a volunteer for aversion therapy. For chocolate. Yes. That's right. Chocolate.
I have a huge problem with chocolate that's not even funny. In truth I've had a problem with eating in general ever since I gave up smoking 11 years ago. When in the past I would have lit a cigarette, now I eat. And I smoked 20 a day most days.
Getting chocolate out of my system won't cure that particular issue but I do think it would help with my sugar-induced highs and lows. Chocolate is the key.
When I was 9 months old my mother wrote of me that my favourite things were dogs, chocolate, music and staying in the bath. Charlie points out that I haven't changed in more than 40 years. True. So I am absolutely fascinated by the idea that I can change something that has always been so strong in me, by literally changing my mind.
I know that we create much of our own emotional reality. Which in turn, I believe, helps create our wider experiences. I also know that sometimes what you need comes to you.
So here I am, having spent a month or so discussing with a friend, hypnotherapy for emotional eating. Having spent the last few weeks so deep in resistance to change over which I have no control that I am exhausted, confused and physically aching from my own inflexibility (Louise Hay could use me in a text book right now). And this comes up.
It's not a solution. A way forward is for me to find at a deeper level. Yoga anyone? But it is going to be an interesting little snapshot of the power of the mind and I'm excited to find out what it's like. I'm hoping it has moved on from this.
And that she lets me sit on this (the sofa, not Emilia Fox):
