I'm in a reflective mood today. It is Halloween Monday, 12 week Challenge came to a gloriously successful end on Saturday. I'm pretty happy with what I've achieved and loving my new lifestyle. But it is Monday today. Last night as I lay awake listening to the rain I began to ponder. I pondered over many things. Mostly about what happens next. I have to make sure the ghosts of my past don't come a-creeping back in to my daily habits.
Life over the last 12 weeks has been hectically demanding but undeniably uplifting at the same time. Determined not to lose that momentum I made sure that I got up and went to my early morning RPM class at the gym. Best thing I could have done. Started my week off in the right way as it always does. Ally, my instructor is awesome! I've set myself new fitness goals for the next 8 weeks (Christmas - can you believe?) and I'm ready to go. Boo! There is no scaring me away! I'm a Gym Freak now!
Next thing I need to focus on is my career. A much needed change has to happen come January and I want to make it a positive one. I want to get me that career that will make me say 'Hell yes! I love my job!'.
I've got no conclusions yet on that one.
Monday is almost done for me and so I wish you all a Happy Halloween. Hope it's a hoot!
Yes, I'm very corny today. It's my blog I can write what I want.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
A simple end to a long day...
I promised myself I would write every day but today has been long and I'm tired so I will simply leave you with this poem:
There once was a girl name Jay
who moved to a land far, far away
She's nothing left in her head
It's time for her to go to bed
She'll be back some time tomorrow
Parting - it's true- is such sweet sorrow!
Goodnight everybody!
There once was a girl name Jay
who moved to a land far, far away
She's nothing left in her head
It's time for her to go to bed
She'll be back some time tomorrow
Parting - it's true- is such sweet sorrow!
Goodnight everybody!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
I feel Italian
I have a passport that says I am Italian but with my pasty white skin I've never really looked the part. Until tonight. I just had my first ever, ever Spray Tan! Yes, you heard it here first. Me - until tonight - a Spray Tan Virgin.
It is a rather bizarre ritual I have to say. I didn't really know what to expect. Of course, I've read the literature. I've seen it on episodes of Friends and Sex and the City. Others have told me what to expect, what to wear, how to stand, what not to do and to just close my eyes and wait till it's over if I'm not enjoying it.
'Put this on' my always cheery Beautician friend, Kym, said as she handed me what looked like a tampon. It was in fact a very sexy paper g-string. O la la! I may stock up on some paper underwear for those special occasions when you just want something that is easily torn.
She instructed me on the correct way to stand once I was suitably attired. With my legs apart, facing the back wall of the shower and my arms in line with my shoulders bending at the elbows - a bit like a scarecrow. Too easy.
She left me to prepare. Paper g-string on I waited for the knock that would mean this is it, there is no going back. It came. In fact there were two of them. Light and fast. Knock, Knock!
I assumed the position as Kym armed with what looked like a paint spray bottle simply said, 'This may be a little cold.' And you know what - it was.
After that I closed my eyes and followed the instructions: turn to the right side, turn your head away, turn to your left side, face me, lift your head, keep your eyes closed.
And just like that it was over and I was all alone in my paper g-string with a mirror and a hot air blower that looked a bit like a vacuum cleaner. But man oh man was I brown! Dark brown like my Sicilian ancestors would have been!
Of course, most of the dark will wash off in the shower in 2 hours and I'll be left with a shade only 2 shades darker than my normal pasty white. For now though I almost feel like I've been on a long holiday and worked hard for this tan. It is amazing the confidence a tan gives you. I may do this again... and again!
It is a rather bizarre ritual I have to say. I didn't really know what to expect. Of course, I've read the literature. I've seen it on episodes of Friends and Sex and the City. Others have told me what to expect, what to wear, how to stand, what not to do and to just close my eyes and wait till it's over if I'm not enjoying it.
'Put this on' my always cheery Beautician friend, Kym, said as she handed me what looked like a tampon. It was in fact a very sexy paper g-string. O la la! I may stock up on some paper underwear for those special occasions when you just want something that is easily torn.
She instructed me on the correct way to stand once I was suitably attired. With my legs apart, facing the back wall of the shower and my arms in line with my shoulders bending at the elbows - a bit like a scarecrow. Too easy.
She left me to prepare. Paper g-string on I waited for the knock that would mean this is it, there is no going back. It came. In fact there were two of them. Light and fast. Knock, Knock!
I assumed the position as Kym armed with what looked like a paint spray bottle simply said, 'This may be a little cold.' And you know what - it was.
After that I closed my eyes and followed the instructions: turn to the right side, turn your head away, turn to your left side, face me, lift your head, keep your eyes closed.
And just like that it was over and I was all alone in my paper g-string with a mirror and a hot air blower that looked a bit like a vacuum cleaner. But man oh man was I brown! Dark brown like my Sicilian ancestors would have been!
Of course, most of the dark will wash off in the shower in 2 hours and I'll be left with a shade only 2 shades darker than my normal pasty white. For now though I almost feel like I've been on a long holiday and worked hard for this tan. It is amazing the confidence a tan gives you. I may do this again... and again!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
So where was I?
6 months have flown by since my last post and my life has transformed somewhat. I'm coming to the end of a 12 week challenge at my gym and to say the experience has been one of the most rewarding of my life may be overstating it but I do feel rewarded. Besides losing weight, getting fitter and healthier I've learnt a few things about myself in the process.
You know what? I reckon I'm pretty friggin' awesome! Perhaps I should sign off here and allow you all time to ponder the enormity of my awesomeness. Let me bask in all the comments that will no doubt concur that I speak the truth.
I know. I know you've missed me.
In all seriousness I do feel awesome. I met some really inspirational people over the last few weeks and I now call them my friends. I'm surrounded by positive people and energy in my every day life and I'm feeding off it. I've discovered I push myself harder in group situations and have uncovered a competitive streak I never thought I possessed (think I got this from my mother). It is working for me though because I'm mostly competing against myself. I've set myself goals and have to push myself harder every week to achieve them. Folk around me throw around the phrase 'I beat my Personal Best today' and that is what it is about - beating yourself to better yourself.
I'm turning into a walking, talking motivational poster.
I've been throwing myself into this challenge for the last 12 weeks and don't intend to slow down much after it is finished on Saturday - I have been neglecting the creative side of my brain though and it's feeling a little rusty. So today I set myself a new challenge: to delve into my craft every day.
And so the journey begins again...
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