Whilst I sit in my happy place, the airport, waiting for my delayed happy mode of transportation, not only am I resting my laptop on my gunt, I’ve also been here since the sun has set, and therefore, whilst walking to and from the eateries, wine pourer and confectionary retailer, I’ve been fortunate enough to … More I snack as much as I talk. But never at the same time, that’s just poor manners.
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”
Yes I’m a big fan of the Olympics. Is that what has spurred me on to attempt to get fit/healthy/somewhat presentable? No, the fact that Summer bodies are made in Winter, AND I keep glimpsing old photo’s and wishing I was as fat as I was back then, when I thought I was fat. This … More Just loading the starting gun…
I have never been one to be overly thrilled with my appearance. My eyes I like, my smile, when it’s beaming, ain’t all bad, and my wrists, I like my wrists, being so delicate and what not. The rest, I’ll pass thank you, and skip right in to the Customer Service line for a refund. … More So many justifications, reduced to one fault. Me.
With Winter now fully settled in and setting up camp for the forseez, plus with Fiji being something that feels like it belongs in a history book because it was so long ago (I’ve been back from that paradise over eight and a half weeks now. See, history books, no exaggeration!), I was pleased when my … More Weight probably gained, but possibly a film contract too. Speak to my people…
From the title alone, let alone this entire post, I accept that I could be judged as either a heartless bitch, or an honest daughter with a heart that wants to help. When my father sadly passed away in 1998, and I was at the milestone age of 16, it goes without saying, my life … More When the child becomes the parent, because the parent IS the child.