I’m going to blog..consistently throughout July. Why? Because it’s winter in Australia and it was freezing this morning..well not exactly freezing…come on people the low was 43F…I’m just getting soft. I have talked about how I don’t want to bet against myself, but I’ve decided to join this DietBet. Apparently I have a 35% chance … Continue reading
Today I needed a funk buster. I have these awesome cupcakes in the fridge and 10:45am my funk-monster was wanting to have more than it’s fair share. I whipped on my new attire (hello, I have seven year old sports bras) and hit the pavement. Sometimes you just need a bit of sun, fresh air, … Continue reading
I remember when I first watched Good Will Hunting I also remember how much my wallet cries when I buy almond butter at the shops. It’s about 10.00 a jar here in Australia. People, I spent 72.00 filling up my Ford Focus today. It’s expensive here (one of the only major downfalls of Australia). So … Continue reading
When I eat gluten I become a hot emotional bit–y mess. Ask Andrew. He’ll agree and then sneakily say “are you sure it’s just the gluten?” Cheeky bugger! Anyways, I have thought A LOT about what foods do to me and what foods keep me on the straight and narrow in life. Foods that keep … Continue reading
Maybe it’s an American thing (any of my Aussie peps can chime in on this one) but we yearly had a dunk tank and/or a ‘pie in your face’ day. Usually it was out MOST ‘favourite’ teachers on the dunk tank/pie chopping block. Or maybe it’s because I won a jello-pie-sucking contest. please, don’t ask. … Continue reading
I have had the fortunate scheduling from work with six days in a row off . I needed it, my back needed it, my being needed it, the floors in my house needed it, the laundry needed it. Being the American that I am, my focus for much of my recent adult life has been … Continue reading
One of the things which I’ve tried to focus on in my food recovery is something that sounds so simple…to really LOVE food. “But I just love food SO much, I couldn’t possibly give up ________” or “I just love food so much, I couldn’t possibly lose this weight.” or “I am just doomed to … Continue reading
My cat pretty much hates me. I’m not even kidding. The poor thing has lived her life for two years as a barn cat, then was picked up by the pound, to be subjected to being spayed and having to wear a cone for 10 days. I am LOVING fostering a cat, I think it’s … Continue reading
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