I flipped the metaphorical pancake.

I know. It’s been months. Trust me, I think about this everyday. I have blogger guilt, which is less serious than Catholic guilt, but slightly more serious than, say retail guilt. (Or is that called retail remorse? I don’t know, I’ve never really had either). I think the last update I did was to say…

Oh The Redundancy

This may be the most boring post on this blog. I mean, even the title makes you want to skip ahead. Next please. But if by some kindness, or affinity for my ramblings, you are still reading, Cheers. The part about the title? Well, I’m glad you asked. I am referring to the name of…

Eating Disorders. Because there is no good way to title this.

Writers note / Content warning: As you are aware, I usually try to keep this blog fairly light and easy. But just today I’d like to share a piece that is close to my heart, and there kind of isn’t any way to sugar coat it. (Pun not intended.) There seems to be a resurgence…

Ambition to Passion and Bliss into Bling

I once  decided whether to do leg day or arm day at the gym based on which body part was actually shaved. Turns out I did a leg day. Sometimes we have anomalous reasons for deciding on the things we decide on. How do you know what you want to do with your life, and…

Botox and Big Macs.. please do not exceed 180 mins..

I was walking through one of the main Christchurch malls the other day, somewhat mindlessly, searching for an item I probably didn’t need, when I passed the large pharmacy in the middle. Right at the front doors was a huge sign advertising the availability of Botox in-store. I had to double-take to make sure it…

Locker room observations

Today I went to the gym. After doing my thing for an hour or so I decided it was time to go. So off to the changing rooms I staggered (leg day). Whilst mindlessly drying myself off I made some observations. I know you aren’t meant to look, but it happens. There are two types…

My Cup Over-Flowth

I burned a pair of undies today. Like a Sophie Ellis-Bextor song, it was  murder on the dance floor. If the floor was actually the crotch of a Victoria’s  Secret, Union-Jack-emblazoned thong.  Heartbreaking. I must say, still getting your period at age 34 when you are well over the the idea of ever having more kids…

Humph day.

I ventured to the Uni yoga class today. Nothing beats lying on the floor of a basketball court, listening to the sound of dolphin music with your eyes forcefully closed due to the 27 big-round-gymnasium lights glaring down upon you – judgmentally I might add… it is as if they are thinking to themselves “why…

Oh… those guys.

After reading a very amusing blog by this guy: https://okalrightalready.wordpress.com/  who describes with hilarity the various people that he has come to loathe in the working world, I was inspired to write my own version of this, based on the genres of people you may encounter in the gym world. These are my thoughts when witnessing them in action….

Getting off (or on) the couch

Oh the joys of trying to get the recommended amount of exercise into your day. It took me years to finally haul my arse into a gym, and that was only because it was free with the levies I pay for my overpriced university education, so….not so much free then. I know there are some…

I smell bull-paki…..

Now, please! I like my internet fast. I like not waiting at the lights. Packages that arrive more than a week after I have bought them may as well not exist. Nothing is ever quick enough anymore. I’m pretty sure this is not news to you. We live in the google world. So, when it…