Argh…so I’m angry and hot in this 27 degree heat so I decided to play with mah tumblr. Angry because I can’t organise anything here grrr. Back to wordpress it is.
I heart HK: or why walking is good for you.
One thing which was definitely not on the Future Career Agenda was how Future Job would affect my natural sedentary state. As a teenager and uni student, I was frequently walking around - whether it was retailing, walking around with friends or even the Great Walk from Lower to Upper Campus for Lunch. However, law is not the best career for keeping the limbs moving around, particularly working in a business park where I drive to work everyday. When I came back from Europe in 2010, I began to realise that I was developing a little of a tummy pooch. Eating like I’m travelling around Europe whilst sitting down and reviewing documents for 9 hours a day is not good for tummy pooch and maintaining my current wardrobe.
This is where the Gym comes in. I run out of the office at 6.05pm, and drive frantically to my 6.30/6.45 gym class and attempt to get my daily exercise quota in. It has helped. I’m maintaining my current weight of my uni days (though at the ‘heavy end’ of the scales) and my clothes still fit, including my skinny jeans. I know that if I exercise x times a week, then I can eat how I want.
When I went on holidays to HK at the end of the year, one concern was “How can I eat all of the food I want without having a gym membership?” Then I realised - Hong Kong. Stupid me. It’s not like I need a car.
I walked and took public transport everywhere in Hong Kong - and I mean pretty much everywhere. The only time I went into the car was in the taxi from the airport. The idea of walking from place to place is very achievable. We would walk from the next suburb - and it would only take like 15 minutes - whilst observing the hum of the busy city streets and the people go about their daily business - at any time of the day. If I wanted a snack at 11.00pm, I could get a bowl of plain congee and return back to our apartment within 10 minutes.
Exercise - the incidental movements that I never used to think about was so possible with the way Hong Kong operates. Whether it was rushing down the stairs of the subway tunnels or balancing precariously on a Hong Kong tram, I was always constantly on the move.
I came back from my holiday re-energised. Not because I managed to escape the routine of the work day. Rather, it was because I found the hidden work out again that I always took for granted before.
And that is how one eats their way around Hong Kong and still manages to fit into their skinny jeans.
Twenty Eleven or Two Thousand and Eleven?
I had the most enjoyable Christmas and new year for about the past fifteen years. I decided to utilise my public holidays and combine that with my annual leave and flew off to Hong Kong over the Christmas/New Year break for some time out, shopping, eating and exploring.
During my holiday, I was able to spend time thinking about what I wanted for the year and the next few years. A few things during my holiday really bought this home to me.
- Eat healthily & maintain a healthy lifestyle during the weekdays: as many fruits/veggies and lean meats during the office week, combined with regular exercise - I am determined not to let office work start a life time of unhealthy habits from sitting down all day (thus requiring me to buy a new wardrobe). This was in part due to the amount of walking I did in Hong Kong, due to their absolutely fantastic public transport system, bringing home the fact that I just don’t move around as much in Sydney because of the amount of driving I need to do and the sitting down that comes with the office work.
- Bring in interesting food for work: not just the usual chocolate/lollies - but interesting salads, leftovers, mixed nuts & yoghurts etc to prevent the inevitable regret that occurs afterwards.
- Do some type of volunteering outside of work: I vow not to become a corporate android. That is all.
Uber healthy breakfast
I’ve been reading quite a few food blogs these days. After a hard day’s work at the office reading legal stuffs and contracts, I really can’t fathom the idea of reading something ‘heavy’ like smh.com.au (well, the actual news articles that aren’t about food, lifestyle or celebrities). At least, this is why I am justifying my reading consumption of food and fashion blogs.
One of the food blogs that has made my regular blogroll is the healthy lifestyle blogger KERF. Her uber healthy lifestyle is awe inspiring but probably something I should try to replicate more in my life with my 9-5 [8.20-6ish] work day, particularly as my hours will only get worse, depending on where my next work move will be!
One thing Kath does on her blog is have smoothies in a bowl topped with various healthy foodstuffs, which makes sense considering how thick smoothies are. So today, when I was contemplating how to salvage the leftover and dying strawberries in my fridge, I decided to try one. Then I thought, hey, I should take a photo of my smoothie in a bowl by the window, like a real food blogger.
So I did.
- 8-9 dying strawberries
- 2 tablespoons of plain yoghurt
- 1 cup or so of milk
- 1 teaspoon honey
- 1 tablespoon muesli blended
- 1-2ish tablespoon of muesli on top
I also had it with some banana bread that I baked last night, courtesy of a recipe featured on another one of my regular reading blogs: NotQuiteNigella’s (‘Twas the lowfat version by Reem)
NOM NOM NOM.
Okay, now just to repeat this for every meal, and then I’ll be a real food blogger.
High Tea: Swissotel - or: why buffets work, despite Twinings tea.
I am not a Twinings snob.
In fact, it is my tea of choice at work when I eschew the dusty, bitter, sour tea which sits neglected for weeks in the communal kitchen. I eagerly devour the tea as a break from reading contracts; drinking in the relief as an escape from the text on my page about the potential liability that my client faces.
However, when I am paying $40 for the privilege to sit and eat as many dainty little morsels in the Swissotel, I do want something a little more special than my afternoon teabag in a hot water.
This is no Tearoom nor Harrods tea - but it sure is a fun experience when celebrating with 20 of your closest and dearest friends. The dulcet ladylike behaviour expected of such an event is quickly superseded by the masses of women descending upon the tables heaped with once forbidden treats. It is like a child in a candy store. Well, for a premium price and with fancy dresses (though there is a table of guests with jeans and tshirts). Luckily the chaos allows one to freely move around the table - perfect for catch ups and merriment - which is the real purpose of such gatherings, really.
Lindt chocolate fountains; mini quiches; crustless sandwiches, chocolate tarts, mousses, pavlovas; scones - the list of what one expects at High Tea is there, but never quite reaching the exhilarating highs of gastonomic delights. The quantity is all there but the quality? What you would expect from masses of laid out mini treats.
I wouldn’t come here if you wanted a party in your mouth. Perhaps a happy gathering. However the staff were easy to deal with when booking and were pleasant to deal with, despite an overzealous staff member clearing plates when morsels of scones or quiches were left on the plate during a food-coma-induced break in eating. The hotel staff were eager to accommodate to one guest who was unable to eat egg that day, making a selection of eggless desserts for her without prior notice.
The worst thing was perhaps that food ran out too quickly, being a Saturday, and at a certain point refills stopped - though understandable from a supply perspective. Also, a weird thing when booking for a large group - the Swissotel wanted me to provide my credit card details *and* a photocopy of both sides of my credit card, which potentially meaning faxing over my security code on the back of the card. They were fairly accommodating with my reluctance to provide this level of detail, which was comforting.
A definite winner overall for a birthday celebration here. Just be prepared to fight for your food.