Had I not had my iPhone stolen on a recent trip to Thailand I could have regaled you with witty travel repartee some weeks back.  But alas, alack, the photos I’d taken and the drafts I’d written in real time (ooer) on the wordpress app are now in the hands of some good-for-nuthin’ stranger.  Incidentally, I hope they trip over their ego and something unfortunate befalls them henceforth, forthwth in return. 

So while I wait for a travel insurance claim to be resolved to sort out a new phone, settle in to my new very grown-up job and continue to unpack boxes from my recent house move (yah, been ‘kinda’ busy) I have a long to do list.  It goes something like this:

  1. actually get up when my alarm goes off, the rest of the day just seems to work so much better on the rare times I do this
  2. catch up on some very ace books and mags in the pile beside my bed
  3. go to bed earlier, this will no doubt help with 1 and 2 above
  4. smash in a quality red velvet cupcake, for old time’s sake
  5. unpack and resolve the sentimental belongings in my house
  6. avoid hot cross buns, at all costs.  Anything toasted, with raisins is my undoing
  7. continue to east less sugar (pretend I didn’t say red velvet earlier) and drink less coffee
  8. find time to get back to yoga or running, preferrably both
  9. keep having a lot of laughs and wild adventures with my dogs

Well, as wild as two little dogs can manage!


If I had one wish it would not be for world peace.  Nor would it be to end poverty.  No siree if I had one wish it would be the power to resist the temptation of cupcakes.  Shallow I know. You’re right, incredibly shallow.  But you see I am unable to resist the little soft, fluffy buds of cake topped with all manner of icing lashingness.  I have been known to go out especially to get them, and if already out to detour waaay out of my way for one.  Point in case today, I took a huge detour to get my favourite red velvet and could hardly wait for my coffee to arrive before sinking my teeth in to it and thinking dirty thoughts.  The thing is I’m supposed to be on a health kick.  Something involving vegetables and grains, I dunno the specifics because I stopped listening after it said no more cupcakes or beer.  A little part of brain must have got some part of the memo though because afterward all I could think of was how much I really wanted an apple or some celery.  And that folks, is progress and I’ll take it!

2-09102009739Since I finished my five day detox last week (or whenever it was) I’ve not enjoyed drinking coffee at all.  Actually it feels like a chore, and I am clueless as to why I keep bothering when afterward I just feel bleh!  I’ve also been craving things with lashings of icing and typically this has involved cupcakes, my kryptonite.  I’m blaming carbs, for everything.  The economy, rising interest rates, unemployment, climate change, you name it.  The  other thing I craved during that entire phase was toast and now even peanut butter toast is making me feel ill.  See, QED (for all the math’s nerds) it’s carbs’ fault.

2-CIMG3471At the urging of my very wise and clever friend I’ve embarked on a liver detox.  It’s now Day 2 and I can feel the crankiness setting in, but apart from that this is supposed to be a turning point for all the benefits to kick in!  My head says, ‘gimme a big ass coffee and toast, stat’.  But funnily enough my tummy says, ‘not for us, we’re ok thanks’.  Which I find surprising as I thought the tummy rumbles would be stronger (not to mention the craving for sweet stuff like cake).  I am finding the level of liquid I’m supposed to consume a bit of a struggle and I skipped the evening vege juice as I felt that one more sip of liquid would make me barf.  And I knew if I got to barf point I couldn’t get back on the wagon psychologically.  I have a very strong psychological gag reflex, always have.  Don’t get me started about being dared to eat a banana when aged 6 for twenty bucks (which in today’s terms would have been the equivalent of $3,409,530,946.00).  Just know that if we’re ever on the same team on some lost and desperate place for an episode of Survivor that you don’t pick me for the creepy eating challenge.  Deal?