After yesterdays blog post, I decided to make the most of my rostered day off today and not only get the house ready for the boyfriends return, but to get my fat arse in that kitchen and off fast food delivery web sites.
Sitting here, with Netflix suggestion ‘Grace & Frankie’ making background noise, whilst browsing Instagram on my mobile and having inhaled 170g of KitKat Mint…for breakfast…it’s 08:58am on a Monday, all after having a bit of a fright when catching myself in the mirror this morning, it’s time for me to stand up and say, “my name is … More What are big girls made of? Sugar and Instagram.
I received a call last week, that came a lot sooner than I thought it would. Or rather, it reminded me that 2018 is shooting past and we’re almost in August already. The call that I received was in relation to an orthopaedic appointment I had in November last year. After an MRI in June … More Ice Cube told me so.
Over this last month, I’ve totally seen the good ol’ traits of Sambo breaking through and staying put, and it’s made me smile somewhat. Did it take the resignation and offer of TWO jobs to give my vibe a growth spurt, or was it the new found tribe at work that boosted my vibes to … More Your vibe attracts your tribe, or did that tribe boost my vibe?
Well, I made it to almost seven months with this one, and by this one, I mean j-o-b. That’s right once again I have resigned. A mixture of reasons, but ultimately, after x number of years of protesting to anyone within ear shot that ‘life is too short’ and ‘you need to look after number … More Another one bites the dust
Happy New Year! I feel like staring a new post with “it’s been a while since my last post” is a bit cliché, but also pretty darn common for myself, oopsies. Oh well, let’s get over that and continue with this post shall we now. Alert alert, it’s a bit of a deep one, oh … More Melting down to mould into a new year.
I’m off on my island holidays in less than a week, and being fat and on the hideous side, I thought it wise to give my body a neat little kick, cleanse, and boot up the spongy back end.
Day 1. Fat. Day 2. Still fat. Day 3. I wish I was as fat as I was on Day 1. Day 4. I wonder if it would hurt to sew, or even staple, my mouth shut? Day 268. I’m a mess. Today. Let’s sort this shit.
Work / Life Balance. That’s all the rage this day and age isn’t it just. When I was a youth, it was fact that my parents worked full time, we went to school, we came home, ate dinner, went to bed. Weekends we played, outside. Then sleep, cleanse, repeat. For 16 years. It worked. “A … More “My neck, my back, my neck and my back”