20 sleeps....

Okay...I am getting super excited. Its 3 weeks to go till I step onto the plane to go back to Bali.

Things to do in the coming 20 days.......

10) buy new cossies
9) wax everything!
8) pack..
7) unpack and repack
6) prepare endless emergency contact listings for Mick that i know he will not even refer to once...
5) self tan everything..
4) get hair done (5th of November)
3) prepare duty free shopping list......Absolut, Miss Dior Cherie, Oroton...
2) unpack and repack...
1) intensly grow more excited by the day......

Oh have started to get heaps of comments re weight loss..:0) its now noticable to the visible eye. Have come down with a shocker headcold and have missed out on boxercise last night and yoga this morn... will endeavour to walk this afternoon with G.

down past nova..

Woohoo the work scales have hit a great new low...96kg. I am mastering the boxercise coordination and doind some serious walking of late.

27 days till I go to Bali...would really love to be below 93kg in that time...hopefully it will be possible :0)

32 sleeps to go :0)

Well with only 32 sleeps (or 4.55 weeks to go) the excitement is building!

Wednesday morn I Yoga'd again and Thursday lunchtime i did a little huffypuffy through downtown Banksmeadow. I must say Banksmeadow must be the big dogshit capital of Australia. There must be some might big mutts too. Some of the piles were bigger than good old steaming cow patties (for those fortunate enough to grow up in rural qld like myself, cow patties provide endless hours of fun and enjoyment - poor mans frisbee!)


This morn I cardioed my little heart out...literally - I got up to 152 on the heart rate thingy...so I really must have been feeling the burn (or a little dizzy not quite sure). All this protein/little carb etc has been playing with my moods . Last week I was really really flat - this week I am a little on the aggressive side of beligerent!!! Wendy Testaburger v Miss Ellen from South park.

I'm spewing though about something almost in my backyard. Near my home is the most awesome bush track thru mangroves and bushland and along the river bank. Already I have started to include this track into my regular exercise routine AND I really enjoy it.

Recently though a 15 yo girl was attacked at 4pm in the afternoon.

It absolutely angers me no end that people think they can simply take something that is not theirs. Here in suburbia some fuckwits believe its completely appropriate to attack and rape a 15 yo girl. It shits me no end. It shits me no end that i may have to look over my shoulder when I am walking on the same track. This is MY park too you fucknuckles. HOW DARE YOU compromise the safety, peace and tranquility.

It troubles me that with all advances through technology and civilisation we make, we can't seem to erradicate violent sexual behaviour against oftern younger, more fragile victims.

Boxertorture and more...

Well on Tuesday Morn, I had grand plans of awakening at 5.15 getting dressed into my gym gear and going for a leisurely bike ride through the burbs...however the reality was the inner sloth won a battle and I slept in till 6.45am. Feeling on the naughty side of glamorous, I packed my gym bag - as my sloth had made me miss my leisurely bike ride I would now be punished by taking the Boxercise class at work.

Each Tuesday our company pays for a trainer to come and deliver boxercise training. For weeks many colleagues have tried nagging, shaming, cooercing and just plain bitching to have me attend, however I have always resisted - believing it to be sweaty jumpy and just plain scarey.

Anyhoooo here I was at 6.15pm decked out in my gym gear ready to give it a whirl. There was jumping there was boxing there was hideously nasty sit ups yes SIT UPs...no girly aerobic half arsed crunches here - full pinned down feet sit ups.

I managed to do 5 in a row and felt completely and utterly shattered - but wait says the trainer there are 2 mins left to go.....(needless to say the following 2 mins where spent doing a great job of mimicking a situp!!).
Finally it was over and the beetroot faced girl retreated to the safety of my mazda then home into a big hot bath.

This morn I got up early and did my Yoga as planned. There is a new an interesting muscle at the top of my abs just under my boobs. I can feel it for the first time in ages...I am not sure if this is a good thing or not.

My home scales tease me with a 97.0!

Marc (Golds) says in about 3 weeks I will feel it in my clothes...I hope so

35sleeps till I go to Bali....5 whole weeks ---- getting excited now...
:0)

Mudgee - who would have thunk it?

On Saturday I was most fortunate to go on a DC3 to go wine tasting up in Mudgee. The HunterValley has never really impressed me, however I thought I would try my luck in Mudgee. Pionair - the company who runs these flights does an exception job and our steward for the day, Nicholas was just lovely.

Mudgee Growers - nice different grabbed 2 bottles
Red Clay - not too bad -
Dilusso - superb wines and exceptional olive oil! (grabbed 7 wines and 2 oil)
Pieter Van Gent - good wines and it actually looks like a winery (big barrels and stuff) grabbed 2 here too. Lovely staff, very accommodating.

On the fitness front - Friday I walked vigorously to EG and back in my lunchhour. This high protein, low carb, low fat thing has made me super gassy. So lucky I went for a walk as I farted myself senseless across mutch park!!.

Saturday my only fitness was tilting up glasses and drinking...oops

Sunday - did a bike ride and a big loop on the padstow circuit with mick. This time did it in 1 hour 23 mins. I reckon by myself fully powerwalking I could do it in a hours.

This Morn - did cardio and weights at Golds then had my nutrition counselling session...

Its to fine tune my diet even more.

Marc said I can have sundays off, so I may have to plan all my social events for Sundays moving forward.

40sleeps and counting...

Woohoo today its 40 sleeps till I go to Bali. Last night Mick got a really sad sms from our driver in Bali...begging us to tell people to come to Bali. So many people are desperately worried the island will be plunged into economic ruin by the 2nd bombing because people are cancelling their trips.

NOT I.

Its all about choice.
I choose to go.
I choose not to let fear and chaos rule my life/freedom.
I chose to go to Bali in April 2003 when I was pregnant.
I chose to go to Bali with my family in December 2004 for Christmas - both times despite DFAT warnings.

Life IS precious, but life is unpredictable.

Two mornings ago I drove past a dead body near the airport tunnel in Sydney @6.15am after a motorcyclist met with a terrible end. Does that mean I shouldn't drive to work?

Would they also suggest we shouldnt travel to LONDON - where there has been a long long history of terrorist attacks? Or Madrid? Or NY? Or the Phillipines? Or Thailand?


If you want to wrap yourself up in bubblewrap - good for you - but please don't insult my sanity by declaring me mad for continuing on with my holiday - its my right and its my freedom.
The main aim of terrorists is not death - its chaos and fear.


OH Yoga'd on Wednesday Morn
Walked very vigorously to EG on Thursday Lunch
and Gymed this morn - including jumping on the scarey evil cardio thingy that looks like a skiing machine!

am Walk

Up at 5.30 and out the door in my sneakers @ 5.36! Did a rough 3 km trip before going to work.

I jumped onto my dodgy scales at home...they briefly said 97.5 before settling on 98. Still even glimsing 97 was a rush and a thrill. But I will happily settle for 98 any day!!

:0)


43 sleeps and counting

A sleep in

Public Holiday.
A sleep in...
I even shut the skylight shutter in my bedroom with visions of a 9 or even 10am sleep in...that was until Safi did a power vomit in our bed @ 6.15am. Noice. I love motherhood. You don't see this in those motherday commercials on tv do you.

Poor little bubba. She has a nasty stomach bug and she repeated the act at lunchtime at the dinner table. Poor Uncle Gordon sat stunned as she exploded her stomach contents all over the table and floor.

After lunch Gordie, me and Jappy embarked on a 1.45min walk in the heat. It was thoroughly enjoyable AND something I couldn't even begin to think about even 2-3 weeks ago without several rest stops.


22 people are dead as the result of the latest bombing with a 100 or so injured. There is amazing footage of the Raja Bombing as the suicide bomber calmly walks into the restaurant and detonates himself.

Perhaps he was planning to into the nearby Maccas and heard the other ones detonate at Jimbaran so took the nearest closest restaurant. It looks like more Balinese and Indos doing their jobs were killed and hurt.

But they dont care - their main aim is fear and chaos.

I am still going.

AGAIN? Are they insane? well clearly.

I was awoken by a phone call today (one of my travelling companions for my upcoming bali trip) with the comment "Well you're indo friends aren't that welcoming and accommodating are they?"

So I jumped onto the sky news channel. Another bombing. Just as tourism was back online...Just as the beautiful island of Bali began to recover.

Jimbaran Bay - 2 bombs
Kuta Square - Raja Restaurant (where I successfully mastered changing a poo nappy on a vertical toddler) 1 bomb.

Micks first comment "you're not going"....

Dont tell me I can't do something cause I will die trying to prove you wrong.

Took off in the afternoon for an exploratory walk in my new suburb and a big ponder...
came back and of course announced..."I love you, but I am going."

Spoke to my beautiful friend Moomshoom in Bali (Sheridan) and she said to still come. Spoke with my travelling companions and they will make up their minds in the next day or two.

My sympathy extends to all victims those hurt directly and those that will be hurt in the coming months/years from an economic downturn. This is not what the Balinese need.

AGAIN? Are they insane? well clearly.

I was awoken by a phone call today (one of my travelling companions for my upcoming bali trip) with the comment "Well you're indo friends aren't that welcoming and accommodating are they?"

So I jumped onto the sky news channel. Another bombing. Just as tourism was back online...Just as the beautiful island of Bali began to recover.

Jimbaran Bay - 2 bombs
Kuta Square - Raja Restaurant (where I successfully mastered changing a poo nappy on a vertical toddler) 1 bomb.

Micks first comment "you're not going"....

Dont tell me I can't do something cause I will die trying to prove you wrong.

Took off in the afternoon for an exploratory walk in my new suburb and a big ponder...
came back and of course announced..."I love you, but I am going."

Spoke to my beautiful friend Moomshoom in Bali (Sheridan) and she said to still come. Spoke with my travelling companions and they will make up their minds in the next day or two.

My sympathy extends to all victims those hurt directly and those that will be hurt in the coming months/years from an economic downturn. This is not what the Balinese need.

KiYoga

I kiYoga'd again this morn at the gym and Tabba came with me. Even though she is fabulously thin and tall I was more flexible and stronger...it gave me a little sense of power.

The youth is wasted on the young is SOOOOOO TRUE!! I remember having the most hidious of selfesteem between 14-22 and that was mostly at my thinest! (59-65kg)

Stopped at the puma store and treated myself to some new sneakers.