Writing It Randomly

New Zeal(and) I know. I know. This post is ridiculously late. Blame it on the super relaxedness I found at the bottom of the Hobbit Hole. For over a week I had no idea what date or day of the week it was. It was fantastic! The only days I managed to keep track of were my birthday, and Christmas. Obviously. Admittedly we feasted full on. Wining, dining and reclining at leisure. My saving grace was the fact that I already had a pretty stable #healthspo foundation in place before going on holiday and that we were pretty active together (on average, we got up, got out and did something every second day or so). Weeks 7 - 10 [4 - 31 December 2017] The Numbers : Day 4 = weighed in before Christmas @ another 1.7kg down but then gained back 1.5kg before New Year's Eve.                    ≈3.5kg ↓ so far Additional Notes/Comments : At least my tardy writing did not spill over into my #hikegoals. With all th...

We're fortunate enough to still have the Cheriffic First Lady of Pop (despite the fact that she's no longer touring), but for a Bowie fix, we rely on recordings. Like this one from 1975:

Just 3 more sleeps!!! PC: A Global Stroll

So hubby's birthday is on Star Wars Day. Reaching the end of his thirties, it does mean that parties have fizzled out a bit (it takes us all a little longer to recover from late nights and hangovers). In other words, for the occasion this year, he decided on watching ALL the Star Wars episodes on a screen in the backyard. Yes. Nerdy. Very nerdy. Buuuut I was okay with it. It meant they wouldn't be tempted to drink & drive, and I'm always for  that. He worked hard getting comfy (old, scrappy) couches moved to the lawn, setting up the projector screen, etc. He's going to kill me for saying this, but it was just so cute seeing him be so creative. He had me totally invested in his birthday "party" idea. Then lightsabers became involved. Aaaaand I was out. No. No, no. No, no. Wish I was kidding.