Burning the past

So today I  was burning some garden rubbish and with that I decided to burn some of my past.

I decided to burn all the papers that I had read and kept since my PhD.

It was time to move on or more importantly I needed the space so I collect more crap....

Update: no hot chocolate... But it is coming into summer. I have moved onto iced coffees... Oh and I got engaged.

Public toilets

PSorry top get a but down and dirty! But I have a number of pet hates regarding public toilets...

First: if I have to go into a stall next to someone... I feel as if I'm sitting with them doing the toilet.

So no farting.
Defently NO poo.... Unless it had a mind of it's own.
Try and do slight wee.

Second I am already very conscious standing in the long line that is always in the ladies when you are on your own.

No eye contact.
No farting... Even if you really need to.
Try not to do the pee dance and give away how much you need the toilet.

(Different if your with a girl friends.)

Lastly, I hate dirty toilets.

A wee jobby (poo) starring up at you.
Pee on the floor and/or the seat.
Anything a dark brown colour anywhere.

Follow up: hot chocolate one. Exercise not much but I have been doing a lot of walking. Oh and I also had chocolate desert.

Photographs of yourself

I'm usually make sure I'm behind the lens of the camera. Ever since I was 15 I have taken pictures. I love just catching a moment in time. There are so many things that we can lose over time.

The sounds of a person's voice.

How a person gave lots when the smile.

And most importantly, that a exact moment when something special happens. The memory may change but the photo was also be frozen in time.

So yesterday I got some pictures taken of me as I walk away from my parent... And as I looked at them after he had taken them. I was horrified to see what I look like from behind.

First reaction... When did my arse get so big...

Second... Were food the back day come from.

Let's just say I was not happy.  So I swore to get fit and lose some weight. And went out and bought myself a chocolate bar... I am so weak!

Follow-up: although I have been doing lots of walking, swimming and other sports. I'm still eating lots of chocolate...

I need some more strong will power... Were is it hiding.

Reflexology Foot Massage

Today I went for a foot massage, reflexology to be more precise. Now let me set the seen...

I have just been on a plane the day before and when I fly I get cankles. (Big fat swollen feet.

With this they are sore to touch.

Also I bruise very easily.

This lovely delicate young girl placed some oil on her hands and ruined them together heading up the oil gently. Then she gently rubbed the oil into my left leg and my foot...

Then the most painful experience I have had during a massage.for the next 45 minutes. I squirmed on my seat and even a few times involuntary pulling my foot away.

I felt sorry for the girl because I actually think she was trying to be gentle but still perform the massage and every now and then we would both giggly nervously together.

I have never been do relieved to have a message finished.

As I walked gently away, feeling everything bump and step through the sole of my foot.

It did not reduce my fat ankles either!

Follow up: exercise... Lots. Still do not feel any thinner and stomach still there. Made it up Sydney bridge climb without peeing my pants... Thank is always a great bonus. It was also great fun.

Road trip

Today was a road trip day. Got up and heeded of at 8am driving for 2 1/2 hours to have a 1 hour app.  I'm not ashamed to admit it, I sang the hole way to the pussycat dolls...

What can I say I'm a teenager at heart...

When I eventually arrived at my destination or near it took me three attempts to take the correct turn off at a roundabout. I'm sure the road work guys that were working on the roundabout thought I was being a stocker.

I did make it home safely and I'm just glad there was no one on the car with me as their ears would have been bleeding with my singing.

I did manage to get one picture before sun set.

Update: hot chocolate - none! I think I might be broken.

The Springtime of My Life

The springtime of your life is suppose to be your youth...

I see spring is more a time of refresh and regrowth. So I have officially decided that I am entering the second spring of my life.

Spring has Sprung

I have already been through:

Spring: My teenager years when I was finding out that short hair made me look like a boy.

Summer: My 20's got divorced and then decided to live life to the full - I blossomed and partied and had lots of fun.

Autumn: My 30's slowed down - headed towards a career in science and research. As most summers this time went really fast.

Winter: My 40's - skipped - winter is cold and wet. Miss it out and go straight to spring.

Spring: 44 years old - Time for rejuvenation!

Time has come spring has sprung (again)!

Follow up: Exercise is going well. In two days about to climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge. I  hope I survive... Worst fear that I might need a pee half way up. Maybe those incontinence knickers will come in handy after all.

Wrinkles!

I am definitely not getting any younger and my face shows up every bad day that I have ever had.

Do I want a face lift?

I was standing today looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, after not such a great nights sleep and it was if every wrinkle on my face was tell the world "she slept like crap last night."

I lathered on as much moisturiser as possible to try and make the cracks disappear, not that it help much.

Then I came across this magazine while I was out and about (having a wee hot chocolate). The article in the magazine was giving all benefits of having a wee face-lift. This was amide at your average person and it was making it out that face-lifts are a normal thing to consider as you get older. The author was making it out that this was as normal as going to get your incontinence knickers and your pension card.

For me the thought of putting myself through any sort of surgery that is not going to save my life or medically required would not even cross my mind. I always thought face lifts were for the Hollywood stars not for us common people....

Maybe not - maybe they are becoming more main stream that when I have reached to age of 50 (not long to go), I will have decided that yes a nip and tuck is just what my face ordered.

I looked at my wrinkles slightly different after I got home, they are not telling everyone what a bad nights sleep I had, they are telling people who I am and what I have done with my life.

The things that are guaranteed to come with age:

Wrinkles - or as I would like to call the growth lines, like the lines on a tree that tell you how old it is and what it has had to endure though out it's life.

Less tolerant of fools - as we get older we become aware that life is to short to spend time with fools and people that think that the only way to age is under a knife seems like one of them.

Incontinence knickers - no matter how much we try to avoid it everything in the body eventually looses a bit of elasticity and this also applies to the muscles that control the bladder.

Although we are all getting old every minute at least if we are prepared for what is sneaking up on use then we can prepare - I think I am getting there since I did by my very large incontinence knickers (by mistake).

Follow up: Exercise and hot chocolates...do not want to discuss. Incontinence knickers, in the bottom of my underwear draw and not worn since the day I figured out what they were...

Just Dance

Today was all about dance. It started with a random stumble onto a TEDx talk about how your mood can be changed by the way you move your body (https://youtu.be/ljm0ldxgkcE).

"Dance"

The researcher found that when people danced or even just watched people dancing it increased their happiness and decreased depression.

It was a great talk and since all through my life I have loved to dance, it seemed to hit a cord.

I decided to dance around my bedroom, so that is what I did. I danced like no one was watching (no one was watching). It was amazing. I felt free and motivated.


The next thing I received a beautiful gift from my cousin - a wee book called 'To Dance is to Live'. it made my day.

When I made dinner tonight I danced my way around the kitchen... Only dropped a couple of things on the floor as I spun myself around and shook my bootee.

Today is the 1st of September and it is the first day of spring (were I live), so I am going to make some new goals for the new season.

1) Join a dance class  - do not care what kind.

2) Go to dance class  - that is an issue - if I join I need to commit to going...

3) Dance in the morning when I get out of bed - no matter how tired I am.... I think this will be the hardest one - I do love to dance but I am so not a morning person.

4) When I do dance - dance like no one is watching. 

The first day of spring is always a good day. Lets get this party started.

Follow up: Exercised yes, I think dancing counts!  No hot chocolates... I have also figured out how to use my ipad as a photo-booth without paying $$$$. Just use camera on timer... who would have thought it would have been that easy.