Sunday 11 September 2016

Linzé's Mischief: 11 September 2016

I am losing it...with a smile.

This year has been nothing but roller coaster ride - up and down, up and down. The same can be said of my attempt at losing weight. With every down turn of events in my life, the invariable up occurred in my body mass. This year I have been more aware of this trend and tried hard not to get bogged down into comfort eating when things are not going well. My stress levels are stable, but still high, and that makes it more challenging to look after my health.
Yeah, that is the crux of the whole matter, my health. I have lost 7kg so far. Not much considering the road I still have ahead, but I feel more confident in the way I am tackling this problem. On the one hand it is easier than I thought, but still more challenging too.

I made an assessment of my eating habits and came to the following conclusions:

  1. My meals are healthy - breakfast is muesli and soya yoghurt (I vary it with a whole grain cereal a few times a week), lunch is a banting kind of meal (no starch) and dinner usually is chicken (sometimes meat) with veggies or a salad. If necessary I will sweeten breakfast with xylitol (I have grown to dislike the taste of sugar)
  2. My official snacks are healthy too - around mid-morning I have fruit, and late afternoon another fruit or a second tub of the soy yoghurt.
Note: Because of my milk allergy, I use rice milk to thin the thick soy yoghurt. I find the rice milk powder quite tasty and have come to prefer the powdered product to the pre-mixed rice milk version also available.

This left me with the unofficial snacking that I am often guilty of. I love chocolate, but because of the milk, my choices are very limited. I also tended to use this as an excuse to indulge in buying more chocolate bars than I should. I stopped doing this. Sure, I still have about one chocolate bar a week, but it is better than the quantity I consumed before I decided to lose weight.

Despite my chocolate craving, I don't much of a craving for other kinds of candy. If I have a dessert, it will also be chocolate/cocoa based.

Things I am avoiding as far as possible (mostly because of my blood sugar) but it helps with the lifestyle change too:

  • white rice (in a restaurant I will have a salad, at home I will eat brown rice),
  • potatoes (chips, fries - they are not just bad because of the starch but also the amount of salt; I will eat mashed potatoes but not more than once a week)
  • bread (will eat rye or low GI - for lunch only)
  • pap (a local corn-based starch usually served with a tomato based salsa)
  • I will eat a pasta based dish once a week (love that Italian starch way too much to give it up)
  • takeaways are out, unless there is some crisis at home - we might have pizza once a month, but mine has to have a lot of protein to limit the effects of the starchy base on my blood sugar. I am still looking at banting style pizzas with a suspicious eye.
Linzé's Vivofit monitor
I don't have time to go to the gym (and really don't like it anyway) but walk between 5 and 7 km each day at work - this includes climbing stairs. Weekends can be more or less depending on what we have going on.

This biggest change I have made is to stop snacking after dinner. Personally I think it has been the primary reason I am actually losing weight. After dinner I am not so active, since that is the time I am writing. If I get a craving for something, I have coffee, tea or a glass of fruit juice. If my blood sugar drops, I would normally eat something to help, but not after dinner. 

I use a low GI powder (sold as part of some fancy diet plan) and mix it with the rice milk to stabilise my blood sugar. Of course it still has calories, but that cannot be helped. Fortunately, it is not a daily problem. I keep this same powder mix at work, just in case. Some days involve a lot of running around, or stressful meetings that can drain my body's resources faster than usual.
I keep a handful of candies at home and at work, but only if it is an emergency. I have been on that scary edge of passing out, so I know when to eat them instead of drinking the diet mix.
Linzé Brandon

It may not be the best 'diet' but it is working for me and my lifestyle. Please note that my GP is monitoring my blood pressure medication combined with my weight loss. The plan is to go off the meds completely as soon as possible, but I still have some way to go before that will happen.


If you are struggling to lose weight, you are not alone on your journey.

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Thursday 8 September 2016

THE BILLIONAIRE BARITONE

The Billionaire Baritone, blog serial, Linzé Brandon, sweet romance

Amethyst loves music and enjoys hip-hop dancing to spice up her dull and dreary life. But one evening on her way home from dance class, she hears a voice that drew her away from her route.

Caught in the act of eavesdropping, her life is about to change in a way she has never foreseen.


David didn't quite know what to do with the beautiful trespasser, but when he learned that she was injured, taking care of her was the only solution.

Little did he suspect that she was about to take care of his lonely heart in return.


CHAPTER 13

In the room everyone was buzzing around to get things ready; getting ready included fiddling with me.
"You just have to look a little sick, since really sick people don't go home."
I had to frown at the nurse. A little sick? Seriously?
What else could I do? "I will try."
David grinned at my feeble attempt to look weak. I glared at him, but it only made him grin wider. Eventually, I gave up and grinned too.
"Okay, you two," Phyllis spoke up when she returned to my room dressed as a nurse.
We shared a guilty look, but she wasn't fooled.
"Everything is ready. Shall we?" Phyllis pointed to the door.
When David lifted me from the bed, I felt one hand slip under the hospital gown to grip my naked thigh. I narrowed my eyes at him, not fooled by that innocent gaze.
Damn, then he had to go and look at me like I was about to be his lunch. My stomach knotted tight, and I looked away. Men like him didn't go for girls like me.
I was more than happy that he didn't say anything. Once I was on the gurney he stepped back for the real nurse to do her thing.
Two minutes later they rolled me out at the hospital. David walked by my side. He mentioned that Phyllis' asthma was public knowledge, so the staff put a breathing mask over my face and put a small oxygen bottle on the gurney to make as if it was real.
Good thing I was lying down, because my long hair would have given the game away in a second.
The hardest part was not laughing. Once or twice I glanced at Phyllis or David and they both seemed to enjoy having fun at the expense of the press.
I was nervous and afraid that I was going to screw up all their planning. Neither of them looked concerned, and I wished I could be that confident.
Only inside the ambulance did I manage to find my breath. Phyllis and a real nurse went with me, with David following behind in his own car.
The driver even switched on the siren for a few blocks, making all of us giggle. I had never been inside an ambulance before, but this trip was fun.

* * *

When we got to the estate Phyllis directed the driver to the back of the house away from any prying eyes or lenses in this case.
The growl of David's car came to a quiet stop next to us. He held the door for the nurse who slid my gurney halfway out.
He held out his hand. Thinking that he was only helping me get to my feet, I took his hand. Damn. The next moment he lifted me into his arms again and ascended the stairs to the first floor.
I opened my mouth to protest.
"Forget it," he said with a wink. "It isn't every day that I get to play the superhero."
Phyllis tried to hide her smile. I crossed my arms and glared at him.
"Not going to work,"  he said and took the second flight as if I weighed nothing.
"Fine," I mumbled. It only earned me another wink. Crap, now I am blushing again.
At least he left the room once I was on the bed and being attended by the nurse and Phyllis. I was definitely more comfortable once dressed in a nightgown. It was less revealing for a start.
"There we go," the nurse said once my pillows were pumped high and my hand elevated on another pillow she put on my lap.
"Mrs. Moorecroft will call if you need anything else. Take care," she added and left with a smile. I promised myself to do everything possible to get better. The Moorecrofts had already done so much for me that I couldn't continue to be a burden.

* * *

David accompanied the nurse out, while Phyllis went to change back into her own clothes.
When they returned to the guest room, Amethyst was sleeping.
“Poor thing had a stressful day,” Phyllis said as she put a blanket over her.
David didn't reply, only reminded his mother that she needed to get ready for Jeff's performance.
“Aren't you coming?”
“Not tonight. I will stay with Amethyst, but might go out to the factory again. I am not sure the situation is under control and don't want to spoil your evening if I have to rush out in the middle of the performance.”
She frowned. “I hope you brother is as understanding.”
“It's okay, really. I spoke to Jeff on the way home, and he agrees with me. He will meet you at the theater and escort you back home afterward.”
She patted his arm. “Have a good evening.”
Checking that Amethyst was still resting, he went to his own rooms to shower and change.

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Sunday 4 September 2016

Linzé's Mischief: 4 September 2016

Almost every morning this past week, I sat on the stairs of the time share apartment in Club Mykonos. I had my journal on my lap, a cup of coffee close by, and a view to die for. Most mornings it was a sunny view of the ocean, but the last few days a thick fog rested over the resort.
I am not a water baby - the Atlantic ocean is way too cold for me anyway - so my time was mostly spent musing about my editing, and watching people.
The complex of apartments was built in the rough shape of a horseshoe, with the open end right on the beach. Our apartment was about a 100 meters away from the beach. At times the waves crashing over the rocks were so loud that I had to go inside and close the door just to be able to think.
Early mornings were the most interesting. As I sat and observed the world, I noticed men holding a cup of coffee (I presume) were also out on their balconies (the complex has two floors of apartments) enjoying the sea air. Sometimes I saw a family having breakfast together, but never a woman. Maybe they were sleeping late or were busy inside. I found that odd.
Since Francois is an early riser and prefers the early morning light for landscape photography, I think he woke the seagulls when he did his daily walkabout. I saw some of his photographs - stunning!
If I made it to my observation post before 9 am, I spotted more photographers as they made their way to the building where the Congress presentations were held. They carried name tags to identify them - that's how I knew they were photographers. Some even had cameras with them!

The resort has two of these large chess sets and one of them was within my line of sight. It was fascinating to watch people, teenagers mostly, play the game. They must have been bored to tears if resorting to playing a game where you had to apply your brain and not your reaction time. Of course, one game was about the limit of what they could manage, and then they were off to where the wi-fi connectivity was more reliable.
The beach wasn't suitable for swimming, too many rocks, and no lifeguard. It didn't deter the odd parent and toddler to build a sandcastle, though. During our visit, the tide came in during the morning, so playtime was fairly limited.
One morning I walked around the harbour. It is not suited for commercial shipping, but judging by the number of sail- and motorised boats, it is a popular venue for people enjoying boating. They offered tourist trips on a catamaran (a rather big one to my ignorant mind) out into the bay area.

Commercial shipping made use of the harbour at Saldanha Bay a little further up the coast. We could see a tanker of some kind waiting its turn on the open sea.
On my hike around the harbour, I came across a fisherman standing on the rocks next to the harbour wall. Judging by the look on his face, he hadn't had much success that morning. Come to think about it, I think the only successful fishermen had been the reed cormorants who came in their hundreds for a quick lunch, before flying off to search for dinner somewhere else.
I didn't attend the Congress of the Photographic Society, although Francois registered me to make my meals easier to manage. Judging by the comments during the awards banquet (I did mention I was there for the food) it would seem that the photographers had the time of their lives. The speakers were well received and lots of new friends were made.
Congratulations to all the award winners, and a special mention goes to Francois (aka Hubby) for receiving his APSSA in print photography. (Photo on Instagram)

PS: I managed to edit the prologue and four chapters of my next novel. Not as much as I had planned, but considering all the rewrites, not bad for five days' work.



Thursday 1 September 2016

Book Release: METRO DIARIES - 2 by Namrata

About the Book:

Give life another chance. Laugh a little longer. let go of your past. Hold onto what you love. In short LIVE rather than just exist!



Some told, some untold, some heard and some unheard - this collection of stories will make you look at life in a different light and make you ponder over its definition of it till now.


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Reviews for Metro Diaries 1:

After touching your hearts with 'Metro Diaries - Love Classics' she is back now with stories that will redefine life for you!

The stories in Metro Diaries - Love Classics are free from any trappings of youthful slang and fashionable language stunts. These young adults are speaking to the readers with Namrata’s maturity shining through, and Namrata’s ideas of love. - Sakshi Nanda 

The language is fairly pleasant to read and the elaborate discussions between characters in each story must have taken a lot of work – because the most difficult job of all authors is to bring out human emotions in proper words. Thankfully, Namrata has concentrated upon it very well! - Dhivya Balaji

About the Author:

Namrata is A Lost Wanderer who loves travelling the length and breadth of the world. A published author in various anthologies and magazines she enjoys capturing the magic of life in her words. She is forever in pursuit of a new country and a new story.

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THE BILLIONAIRE BARITONE

The Billionaire Baritone, blog serial, Linzé Brandon, sweet romance

Amethyst loves music and enjoys hip-hop dancing to spice up her dull and dreary life. But one evening on her way home from dance class, she hears a voice that drew her away from her route.

Caught in the act of eavesdropping, her life is about to change in a way she has never foreseen.

David didn't quite know what to do with the beautiful trespasser, but when he learned that she was injured, taking care of her was the only solution.

Little did he suspect that she was about to take care of his lonely heart in return.


CHAPTER 12

David entered Amethyst's room with a grim look. Phyllis got up and waved him outside, not wanting to disturb the patient who was resting.
What's wrong? Did things change at the factory? We saw it on the news.”
He shook his head. “Not that I know off. The problem is the press. They followed me here. I was too upset to notice until it was too late.”
His face hardened. “I don't want them to find out about Amethyst.”
Phyllis nodded in understanding. They lived with security to keep the press away, but they would make the young woman's life a nightmare if they found out she knew David and Jeff.
How did you get here?”
Phyllis arched an eyebrow. “Sean dropped me off. Why?”
He nodded in approval. The chauffeur he employed also served as additional security for his mother.
It means that the press doesn't know that you are inside. This place has good security, and the staff is discreet. Can we say that you came for a routine check-up or something to explain why I am here? We own this place so it would make sense for you to come here for even a minor medical reason.”
They don't happen to be here for someone else?”
He shook his head. “Not our lucky day; I checked.”
She bit her fingernail. “What about Amethyst? We cannot just throw her to the wolves. And she cannot go home either. She will still need assistance until her hand is healed.”
He took a deep breath and let it out in frustration. “What do you suggest?”
He narrowed his eyes at the sudden gleam in Phyllis' eyes. “What are you thinking?”
She smiled. “I got this. You just be ready to talk to the press when I come back.”
Okay,” he replied, but he didn't sound convinced even to his own ears.
In Amethyst's room, he waited and watched her sleep. He wondered if she had any idea of the impact she had made on the lives of so many people in such a short time.
The people whose lives he changed today were still in shock, and it would take a day or so before they grasp the reality of the factory closing down. But everyone would be found an opportunity, he gave his word.
He looked at his watch. He promised Jeff that they would be at the concert tonight, but now it looked like it wouldn't happen. Maybe Phyllis could ask a friend to go with her since he had heard his brother perform in several countries, while Phyllis preferred not to travel because of her asthma.
The door opened to let his mother inside.
Everything is arranged.”
What is?”
Even as she explained, David frowned. “It's a good plan, except for one thing.”
What's that?”
We need Amethyst to agree to this. Otherwise, it would be kidnapping.”
Oh. I didn't think of that,” Phyllis replied.
He got up and stretched his arms and shoulders. “I suggest you wake her and get her permission. I am going to the bathroom and then I am going to talk to the press. Ten minutes.”
She made a sound like a snort, but he had left already.
When she turned around, two blue eyes were watching her with suspicion. “You want to kidnap me?”
Feeling foolish, Phyllis quickly explained their plan to sneak out of there to avoid the press.
Amethyst sat up. “But I am nobody, why would the press bother me?”
She closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head. “David and Jeff. You think I am going to sell some kind of story to the press to get my name into the papers? Why would you think that? I may be poor, but I don't do things like that!”
David rushed inside. “What is going on? We need to leave. Everything is ready.”
He looked from his mother to Amethyst. The one looked frustrated, the other about to cry. He decided the tears would be the worst so he went to the bed and took her hand in both of his. “Please do this for me. I have had a terrible day, and only want to make sure you don't have to worry about the wolves out there.”
She looked at their hands. “Are they that bad?” she whispered.
It made his heart ache to hold her and soothe her fears. Instead, he smiled. “Vultures. The lot of them.”
She smiled too. “Okay then.”
Their smiles faltered, but neither looked away.
Were her eyes so warm and open for him? He couldn't remember anyone looking at him like that. Women he knew before all had some hard edge to them. Maybe Jeff was right. Maybe he should look somewhere else for his happiness.
His hand automatically lifted to cup her cheek. Such soft skin. His thumb gently traced the curves of her bones and hovered at the edge of those kissable lips. She licked her lips and the heat level in his blood shot up to an inferno.
Is he going to kiss me? He read the question in her eyes.
Can I kiss her? He thought in return.
Are we ready to go?” a cheerful voice interrupted, and he stepped away with regret.
Amethyst's shy smile told him she felt the loss as much as he did.

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