Writing It Randomly

Reality TV is white noise.  Jailbirds play in the background as I check emails and catch up on social media. I vaguely become aware of an altercation between inmates on the screen. The insults and temper tantrums sling back-and-forth. Off-screen jail time must be more hardcore than how it's depicted in this show. Otherwise, it's basically high school with less violence and more drugs. (One of the insults consists of the words 'fat slut' 🙄.) As the onscreen melodrama unfolds, I read a piece on what air travel is like when you're fat. I am fat. I am also terrified of someone else touching my fat (or my fat touching them). Wrapping my body around itself in an effort to make myself smaller is something I am all too familiar with. On planes, buses, trains. At conferences, in churches, and sharing an Uber. Trying to make myself smaller is nothing new. Blaming fat for this habit is disingenuous. I have always felt uncomfortable in my own skin. As far back as I...

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...

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

Search & Become Regarding beauty, as Frank-N-Furter sang, "Don't dream it, be it".

Yes, there was no Sunday Lighthouse post. And there's no Weird Music Monday post today. I hope you'll forgive me. I was on farm in Broedersput - and this is what I was doing without wifi:

A "cousins road trip". To Europe! The only New Year's resolution worth keeping, if you ask me. "I'm so excited and just can't hide it." (Contiki European Highlights Tour) Update: Still super excited, but due to unforeseen circumstances, Eurotrip 2015 plans have changed. Hubby & I will be taking the leap to the UK instead with Trafalgar's Britain and Ireland Highlights tour in June:

George International is the smallest airport I've ever seen. You exit the boeing right where it stops on the asphalt; and walking through the whole airport - from baggage carousel to arrivals - will take about as long as it would to walk through my garden at home. On first impact, the entire airport premises felt like someone casually inserted a landing strip on a lush, green farm in the middle of nowhere. Quite charming, really. Far removed from what I expected (because my frame of reference is limited to the international airports in Johannesburg, Cape Town, Durban & Abu Dhabi). Driving to our hotel, everything seemed so far removed from each another - and so quiet. Now I believe that the establishment of the towns were probably just as laid back as its inhabitants. Please don't mistake this to mean that everything around here is dingy or uncivilised. Not at all! It's just not as big & clustered as the metropolitan areas I've grown used to back home. ...