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Published August 7th, 2011
I can’t believe it’s been 8 weeks and I’m sure by now most people will have stories of having lost a good fortune of weight but I don’t feel as though I’ve lost any. I can only imagine that there are going to be times when I am going to be mighty frustrated and pissed off with myself, so that’s going to be an interesting journey if I don’t start doing something different.
I feels as though I want to blame a thing or two for not keeping myself on the straight and narrow, but the truth is I started ‘project body’ because I knew that if I wasn’t accountable to something or someone, I just wouldn’t do it.
How’s the water aerobics? Well, it’s happening in spurts. I’m trying to get myself more focused on getting to gym and the combination of icy cold mornings, having to leave Mr Unexpected (that’s only one morning a week but it feels like hell) and making sure my diary is organised to not schedule something in the way of my gym time.
Greggie reminded me of a very important Lifeology and therefore ‘project me/body’ lesson … if it’s not fun then something’s not right? I’m now on the journey of finding the ‘hook’ that keeps me having fun during the water aerobics because I really do hate training that much. I never wanted to be this person who had to force myself to do anything … but it’s me and it’s real and if I can’t find water aerobics fun (because everyone said I would be hooked ages ago) then I might be in trouble.
How’s eating going? Well, I could be healthier! I’m still hanging onto the gratitude that I have for the SlimLab tablets that keep my appetite under control. At least I’m not eating a horse at each sitting, but that counting calories thing needs attention. I can’t believe I’ve been single for well over a decade and now that I’m trying to focus on just feeding me, I have to worry about feeding Mr Unexpected too. I don’t know how to change my diet without controlling what he eats. Yes, we both need to be healthier and Greggie keeps reminding me that I managed to make dietary changes that were so subtle yet so healthy. Of course I would attract a man who also does the comfort food eating thing … so this journey is still a very interesting one.
Water?
Well that all depends on what kind of water you are talking about. Does tea count? Does green tea count? How much flavoured water are we talking? I’m a little better in summer but I hate it during winter … it’s the combination of drinking cold water when I’m cold and then needing to pull down my pants and sit on a cold toilet seat that takes all the fun out of being healthy.
Mr Unexpected has highlighted my own body issues because I’m concerned that he never drinks plain water, yet I can’t say the same for myself. Why do people make unhealthy things in the first place? Why take something as natural and perfectly healthy for us and then ruin it with loads of sugar, sodium and a whole lot of crap that hurts our bodies? (That’s me taking out my frustrations … )
I don’t know the upcoming week holds and if I will be sitting here this time next week saying the same old thing … or maybe I will have gone to my 3 classes of water aerobics this week. I will have drank my 2 liters or water per day. I will have cooked a healthy meal of steamed veggies and grilled chicken … and water will be helping me be friend with my body, one precious drop at a time.
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published July 31st, 2011
Giselle from Burn the Floor and Graeme Watkins at the Joburg Theatre
I can’t believe how quickly the time is flying and it’s only perpetuated by a weekly update that feels like only yesterday.
It’s officially 6 weeks since I started the combination of gyming and eating right and I’m sure by now a whole lot of people would have lost a whole lot more weight. A part of me could kick myself for not making this a much easier ride and another part of me is being patient with a part of my life that I know will always have stumbling blocks.
Clothes are feeling looser but I must admit that I’ve had a week of being a little oblivious to counting calories. It’s been a combination of the freaking freezing weather, eating out on a whole lot of work occasions … and yes … comfort eating.
I’m still trying to adjust to so much that is going on in my life and with any form of excitement comes anxiety and a little crutch. I’m still eating far less than the quantities that I used to, but this girl knows better.
I can’t say that this week hasn’t been without consequence. Firstly, I messed my trainer, Patrick, around so much with shuffling days and times that I could go train and when I finally arrived for a group class it had been cancelled. He felt bad for not thinking to call me but it was the thing that finally set me straight and made me committed to gym a little more. People have invested their time, support and care into this journey and I’m the only one not fully playing the game. So it’s set … Monday, Wednesday and Friday classes! Plain and simple. No messing me or anyone else around.
I already enjoyed the Friday morning class so much more and felt a little stronger, so I can imagine that it gets to the point of not wanting to miss a gym session.
The other consequence was the face staring back at me in the photos from the Burn the Floor dance-off at the Joburg Theatre. Every picture taken of me … I hated!!! All I saw was double chin and it took everything I had to pull myself together. I mean really, there are some pics that will always hold the memory of one of the most exciting events of my career. The pic above is with my fave Burn the Floor dancer and an SA artist that I know is going to take the world by storm with each passing day … and I see a double chin.
A little off the weight issue and about the rest of my body … it’s time for a bit of a change of hair. Nothing too drastic but a style is in order and maybe a little less length and a little more body. It wouldn’t hurt to add a touch of colour and liven it all up either. The time has come for a change and hair always seems to be the first thing on the cards.
Exciting week ahead and so much to tell you as the days go by, but all I want to do is get through it with the commitment that I owe myself and my body …
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published July 26th, 2011
Don’t panic! I don’t have it in me to be some crazed revengeful chick despite how dramatic the title of this might be.
I’m so off Facebook and literally go on to check who has a birthday and chat to my one dear blogging friend, Nikki. Despite that an odd status might appear from me. It was chatting time and I saw the status update that pushed me over the edge. The one from Mr Big, who I haven’t heard from since his surprise email about a month ago. At that stage I was very single and he was telling me how one day I would meet the right person. Do they mean it when they say it?
Mr Unexpected was sitting next to me and working … and I truly am falling a little more in love each day … so the time was perfect. I have contemplated deleting Mr Big for months now, but for some reason I also wanted him to stay around. Not because of any glimmer of hope but because I knew I was on the brink of great things and I’ve never quite gotten over the bitterness of ‘friends with benefits’ and why we are so not suited (was is something about not being a size 34 … or 32 I think it was)!!
I can’t lie … it hurt like hell and I guess I didn’t realise how much I needed to put it all down until I saw his status update yesterday. How to have that ‘revenge’ moment but stay within integrity is a fine line … so I sent a very simple email!
It said ‘Hi’ … hoped he was well and I had good news to tell him. Of course the news was that someone did love me just as I was and it felt damn good sending it.
His response was … “I’m so happy for you. How’s the sex?” … go figure!!
I don’t care how he felt or if he even cared or not, but my wounded spirit needed to do that! Whether my reasons for sending the mail where in a shattered esteem or not … It took a few tons off the chip on my shoulder. Yes … I have one of those!
This morning, after a confusion about the gym session I was supposed to have, I had to mission all the way home in traffic to make a meeting back near the gym in just over an hour. Not one part of me was angry or frustrated. That got me thinking before I had my Body Mind Healing session with Juliette this afternoon. I never get angry!! I never get raging or frustrated.
At this point I’m sure Mr Unexpected would do that *clears the throat* thing … but then I realised that the only thing I really get angry at is other people who get angry. Surely there’s a place to get angry? It’s allowed … so why do I not allow myself or anyone else around me to get really, really pissed off?
I even started the post with totally playing down the possibility for me to be revengeful … but I have every right to be pissed off!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published July 24th, 2011
Time flies and once again, where I thought I would be an where I am are two very different places. I am now at a crossroad of choices and I have to make a very serious one. I can either feel as though I’m getting it wrong or I can feel as though I’m getting it human. Human is very far from the reality of the dream, but it doesn’t have to make the dream any less of an incredible ride.
I am on that ride, but it’s nothing that the dream held. It was easy in the dream. There were no stumbling block, no days of cravings and no mornings on not wanting to go to gym, no matter how exciting the thought of a size 36 seems.
This pas week has been filled with the complete opposite of realities and the swaying between the two has left me feeling exhausted. The exuberant high of having dreams coming true, but the threat that those dreams are too late. The absolute joy of finally finding love but the total low of realising that dream are not like they are made out to be in the movies. Everything has been that extreme and on top of it all, I’ve had to force myself to eat health and try and get to gym.
In my halfhearted attempt I think I did it as best as I could this week and I need to be proud of me for that. Besides two serious doses of ice cream, one yummy helping of chocolate cake made by my new friend, Pixel Slave and a hamburger that my boyfriend is very deserving of after eating like a champ … I think I did pretty well.
I also went to gym on Monday morning, but managed to get out of it on Wednesday because my man was sick and I didn’t want to leave him. I also pulled a good one on my ego on Friday and convinced myself that I wouldn’t fit everything into my day … so I missed it too.
Then, after a mixed emotional weekend and licking the spoon of my last mouthful of soft serve, “superman” started playing on the radio. Mr Unexpected was driving and were in mid sentence about differences being healthy in relationships (still pondering this one) and I just cranked it up and lost myself in very true words …
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me
I’m more than a bird…I’m more than a plane
I’m more than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me.
I wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see
It may sound absurd…but don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed…but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it’s not easy to be me.
Up, up and away…away from me
Well it’s all right…You can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy…or anything…
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
inside of me …… inside of me …ya inside of me… inside..of me
I’m only a man in a funny red sheet
I’m only a man looking for a dream
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published July 3rd, 2011
Once again, I’m always thrilled about the truth of my fears that I speak so that when these things actually occur I’m not saying that I promised I thought that or wished I had mentioned something else. We all have our own pattern of sabotage and for some reason I decided to make my journey a very physical and painful one.
One week into gym, one week into a gorgeous relationship, doing things in my career that I only dreamed of and having lost weight within the first 7 days of getting my act together. How does my body react?
I’m not going to go into the crazy thoughts of my mind to try and figure out why, but I am going to tell you that in conjunction with what I’m telling you, I’m adding some alternative healing to my ‘project body’ regime.
I have to because what I’m about to tell you is gross, painful and of course … a little embarrassing. Yes, you know me! That’s why I have to tell you … because carrying shame is the one that kicks addiction back in and I’m not in any mood for that.
It all started as a very painful moment on the loo. One that I thought would just pass if I did a home remedy or two for a very swollen back end. I was relieved that Mr Unexpected didn’t spend his week nights here and did my best to hide the absolute agony I was in. Of course, Greggie saw it all over my face and thank heavens for the friendship we have … I can tell him anything. The girlie bits weren’t feeling so great either but I still pushed on and even dragged myself to gym the following morning.
It eventually got so bad that I had to tell my mom too because I needed to reduce some crazy fears that were going on in my head and by the time I phoned Hustler Girl (in an absolute state) with horrid sores all the way down there … I knew it was doctor time.
Believe it or not, I suffered through the whole exciting evening of Social Media Day and even loved how much better my body is looking while my special man took full length body shots of me and reflected how well I am already doing. That aside … I was in agony that night and faked my whole way through. The excitement and magic of the evening dulled some of the discomfort, pain and embarrassment but that was it … Mr Unexpected was sleeping at me that night.
I teach this stuff, so I have to live it. I had to tell him what was wrong and it was so amazing to feel safe and supported.
So it goes like this. It seems I have shingles down there … OMG … if there is any way to describe the pain then please feel free, because it’s beyond words for me. I was thinking today that when you have one pain you always say it is far worse than another pain you once thought you would never survive. Seriously … this is worse … no, seriously.
So it’s no gym for me next week and of course that throws me in a state, but project body is about building a relationship with my body, so there is no time to get angry at me. I’m super proud of myself for remaining healthy through these horrid days and I’m so touched that my man has cooked me every meal I have needed to eat.
I didn’t stand on the scale and I haven’t drunk the water I am supposed to, but tea has been comforting me and well … peeing has been so ouch that I’ve kinda been dodging the gallons. It might not be the best thing, but it’s the one that keeping me from going totally insane right now.
Not the post you expected I bet, and not the post I ever expected to share. I contemplated this for days and was going to tell a half baked story to just get by … but that’s not ‘project me’ and it’s not what you would expect either. Thank you for being you so that I can be me … no matter how sore or potentially embarrassing it is!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published June 26th, 2011
For a girl who hides behind food as the comfort too when things change, it’s been one hell of a week. There have been so many changes and umpteen reasons to eat.
Then there are the reasons not to and most of them come in the form of someone else. The someones like my mother and Greggie who have had to deal with the first few insecure dinners. Then there are my friends who just cheer me on with so much love. My Twitter family, especially Dezy D who I don’t know how to thank for the cheerleading and awesome messages. Slowly I will thank all my sponsors and introduce new ones, because they have been so incredible too.
There is something about taking on your greatest fears with the world watching and cheering on. I have tried to tackle this weight issue for as long as I can remember, but all of a sudden there’s something very different about the space I’m in and there is one fundamental person that I am blessed to have by my side.
I was cleared for gym months ago … like February already, and told that water aerobics would be best for me. I was super brave and got the number of the trainer and called him almost immediately. On the other end of the phone was a friendly voice that I felt I hand know for years and he told me that he was waiting for me to set up a complimentary private session to help me and show me that I would be just fine in the water. I put down the phone and never called back … until I had finally announced ‘project body’ and knew where the one downfall would be.
As the phone rang, I prepared myself for that conversation that began with, ‘you won’t remember me …’, but I never go the chance because Patrick Tendani had been waiting for my call. The enthusiasm with which he jumped at supporting me as a partner of ‘project body’ should have been my first warning sigh.
Holy moly … I had images of a few water aerobics classes that looked a little more like synchronised swimming than what I ended up diving into (almost literally). I challenge anyone to take on water aerobics! It’s tough dude and I keep on telling Patrick that I’m gonna drown (or die) but I keep fighting on. I know that if it weren’t for his support, special messages that get me to gym and praise me once I’ve gotten home after an hour of tough stuff and cheering me on from the sidelines, that I would be in a pile of tears and hating the idea of ‘project body’ already.
I know my lazy ass attitude about getting up in the morning and most of it is because I sleep far too late, but when the wake up call is 5:20 am and it’s in the pool at 6am … trust me, this butt has been in bed early. Once again, thanks to those ‘waky waky’ messages that I receive before the birds are chirping and the, ‘you can do it! cheers, I have had an incredible first week of ‘project body’.
Patrick’s support when I stood on that scale and measured that fat was beyond supportive that by the time I had to show the numbers to the world, I didn’t feel as though I was going to slit my wrists. But it was his cheers and applause when I lost 1. 4 kilograms in this week that makes me feel like the most supported girl in the world.
Food hasn’t been as tough as I thought, but that’s because of all the cheering and asking ‘how’s the food Jo?’ …
I made it through a lavish Yule dinner and learned a special lesson. I watched my day and kept the majority of my calories for the evening. Then, I had much smaller helpings and no one even really noticed. I savoured everything but didn’t indulge in anything … and the next day I was in the pool again.
My body is loving the journey, despite finding gym 100 times tougher than I ever would have imagined. My theory stands true though … all you need is one person to believe in you … and I have Patrick!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 15th, 2011
I haven’t mentioned the healing process of my back in ages and then on days like today I realise that my heart is doing some healing of it’s own. There is something odd about a constant pain that eventually just becomes part of the daily part of life and with my back I have moments of realising that it isn’t normal to feel that way.
It’s doing much better and I am completely mobile without the constant panic that I’m going to snap in half anymore. I haven’t taken anti-inflammatories for a good few months and I take a pain pill a few times a months. That’s freaking fantastic from when it all began 8 months ago.
There is a niggle all the time. When I go to bed and lie down for the first time in a day, my lower back aches and then slowly settled for a good night’s rest. In the morning, I wake up to a very cranky back and there’s no jumping out of bed. I have to turn slowly, stretch slowly and get out of bed with a whole lot of patience. Then it settles into the day and as long as I don’t sit for too long or walk for too long I’m fine. However, I’m in my new home and I have to get into the swimming pool in the gym and strengthen my back … otherwise this pain is never going to leave.
Early this morning, while the back pain was still settling in, my phone rang. I would know that voice anywhere even though we haven’t spoken in well over a year. Before I go any further I need to remind you that you are dealing with a Libran. If that means nothing to you then think hopeless romantic and great believer in the fairytale of love. Despite the fact that my friends might have thought I was nuts and that it never turned out the way I dreamed, I fell in love with someone once. He lives on the ass end of the world (That would be the edge of Canada from where I’m standing) but for months on end we skyped, called and planned being together. At crunch time he thought our plan was a very bad idea and I was mortified.
I haven’t found true love yet. It’s brushed past me and I seem to attract men who really want to but can’t bring themselves to follow through. I used to be flattered when I got a regretful message a few months or years later, but now I don’t want someone who can’t stand true to how they feel. So a phone call with a lot of missing and a whole lot of I will always love you reminds me of that same nagging pain that becomes a part of every day life.
Money is frustrating at the best of times but when the wish is to buy a plane ticket and do what I do best … trust my instincts and jump in with both feet … well, maybe not having money is the safest bet right now … lol! It is how I feel though and it’s always been how I feel when it comes to him. It’s amazing because there is another man … a very special man … who has my attention now. Someone more real, more available, more accessible and a whole lot cheaper to go out on a date to explore the possibilities. The sucky difference is that the I don’t know about the guy here or how he feels if he feels anything at all and I do know about the love that is thousands of miles away.
Great way to start a Friday, right?
Can I tell you a little something about my personality? When I know, I know! I never plan great long futures and I never cast anything in stone, but I do know what I feel and I carry it through. It took longer for my back to heal because I knew I didn’t need an operation. It took a lot of tears and disappointment but I knew that I had a bond with someone and it hasn’t gone anywhere.
Maybe that means I’m not afraid of pain as much as I think I am? Or maybe I know that love and pain are both inevitable but they don’t have to be a part of the same story all of the time? Or maybe I just have a cranky back and a hopeless romantic heart?
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published April 10th, 2011
I can’t believe where the day has gone. I sat down to blog this morning and before I knew it the whirlwind of activity began.
I can’t believe how much there is to still unpack but I have to be patient here. It’s not our house and to wait on other people toorganise builders, handymen, contractors and cleaners is a great test for the lack of patience I already have.
We organised or own handyman for today in order to get a degree of structure, but he didn’t pitch either. So it was yet another day or moving boxes around because they can’t go in their right place.
On an awesome note, Saphirah and Eragon are getting on much better than any textbook would have guessed. She is still a little bitch at times, but from the pic you can see that they are at least hanging out in the same spot of the house together. They both slept on the bed, despite Saphirah hissing every time he tried to get up close. I’ve decided that they are gonna be boyfriend and girlfriend. None of this brother/sister nonsense. Wait, I’ll prove it to you in a few days or weeks when there’s a cozy pic to post.
It seems that no only are cats trying to find their footing with their new relationship, but so are myself and the Organic O girls down in Cape Town. We have also all been thrown together in an instant and now we have to make something work almost immediately. It’s no wonder that my day was filled with frustration and confusion on all of our parts. I haven’t spoken to Greg yet, but this morning I realised that I’m sitting with one of the best change management consultants around and I haven’t even asked him to help me with the situation. I suppose some of it is because Greg and I are trying to find out feet at the same time.
There has been a lot going on for us between the financial stress, the move, the new Lifeology venture of Organic O and our general everyday lives that we are each trying to deal with. Because we are so open with our communication, at least we have both had our say and vented at each other.
Amongst all of the chaos and change that is going on around me, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m not putting myself first in any of this. When I do get ‘project me’ very right, I don’t take my eye off the food and exercise ball (excuse the pun) when there is a lot to deal with. Part of my Slimlab sponsorship involves weighing and measuring myself, going to gym and eating healthy without dieting. Well, I haven’t managed to do any of that I have given myself enough time to deal with the move and everything that is going on around me.
I have to be reasonable with myself though and remember that Greg and I are sharing a car, I am waiting for a little cash to stock up on the groceries I love to eat and my home is not yet settled enough for me to have any routine. Yes, these things all play a vital role in how put myself first and live ‘project me’.
Deep breath, one day at a time and no hissing at each other … and we should all be just fine!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 5th, 2011
I had a particularly off day. It was a combination of different frustrations. Some emotional, some financial, some logistical and some spiritual. Yet, as I checked the clock, I kept getting a fair amount done.
I let my mind flow over all the things I had to do and stuck to the ones that didn’t take making phone calls or writing with too much emotion. Both of those were a little too draining for a day that was laced with uncertainty that all stemmed from poor communication on other people’s parts. That’s not a statement that lays blame on anyone because every situation turns back to me and what I intend to do about it anyway. Maybe the contemplating on how to handle each situation made my mental to-do list shuffle the things into the order that they fell.
I can confirm that I spent most of my hours fighting with supplier, threatening other suppliers, letting special people off the hook, forcing others to communicate and commit and learning to keep my big mouth shut. Yet, the work carried on.
Then, out of the blue, I got a private message into my Twitter account. It was from a stranger who follows me, but I don’t seem to be following her in return. It read “Hi Jodene, just out of interest, do you keep a daily to-do list?” If that was an automated message then it was a very odd one. If it was a personal message then it was equally odd. Either way, I lived by my principles of good social networking and responded with the following reply.
“Hi! I don’t but have the occasional meeting with my business partner. The rest is all on a very functional list in my head, if that counts? 
”
That’s an incredible change for me. It’s a huge benchmark for how much change this journey of “project me” has bought about in my life. It’s not to say that to-do lists are evil or don’t have their place but it shows me how my mind has settled down enough to remember important things.
Years ago I did a course with an incredibly brash teacher who used shock statements and way out negative observations as a way of liberating her students into truth. At some moments I hated her, but later I realised her tactic. One of the ways she used to nail the workaholics to the wall was to explain how you only need a to do list when your brain is so filled with crap that it can’t focus one what needs to be done. At that time I was making to-do lists to remember which to-do list to do.
In the time that I’ve owned Lifeology I can remember manic to-do lists and having one in writing and one on my laptop. There are excel spread sheets as well as other lists in the outlook calendar. I can’t even pinpoint when it stopped, but it has. Out of the blue, an odd question (that was never responsed to by the Twitterer, by the way) sparked a great reason to be extremely proud of my progress.
If you ask a friend, family member or colleague how often they ask me if I have done something and the answer is ‘no’, it will be very seldom. Usually the things that I don’t get around to are still on the mind but it’s issues of fear or truth that i have to grapple with first. For all the rest, the work is done. The correct groceries are purchased. Actually, the events for the upcoming weeks are programmed up there too.
The irony is that the very to-do list and calendar that are all stored up in my head is the thing that is frustrating and exciting me simultaneously.
How human is that? Don’t wish for it because then what happens when you get it? All of a sudden the next few weeks are so busy and it’s all opportunity do what I love, make money, be happy and thrive.
The only thing is … it’s also the one time I’m moving house, need to pack, want to spend alone time with someone special and have finally fallen into a routine of daily gym.
DRATS!!!!!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
Published March 1st, 2011
For the past few days I have had a big red warning flash across the bottom of my blog as I am typing it. It says “You do not have permission to do that.”
What? Type my blog?
In the frustrating days this pisses me off but on a day like today I’m giggling. “Yeah, right! I have permission to do whatever I like!” Granted, I do have to sort out this glitch in wordpress, but in the meantime so much good stuff is falling into place that I really feel as though I can do anything.
This is a tough on to explain, because I always know that I CAN do anything. The trick is to get past the days when I wish that I didn’t KNOW I can do anything. My biggest ‘project me’ fight is to (and fight is the last word I should be using) is to be proud of myself for being such a big dreamer and wanting such ‘crazy’ things. I wouldn’t want anything else and on the scary, tired or sad days I just want simple. But like really, really simple. I want to slam the Pandora’s box shut, rewind time and wish I never, ever had my first glimmer of potential.
Then days like yesterday happen and all too soon I’m shouting Yes!! To more and more things!
So here’s the YES moments that all filled one day and fueled me for a while longer!
I didn’t wake up with the world spinning like I’m standing on a flying saucher – Yes!!!
I worked out my own formula to balance my sugars over the past few days and feel that much closer to a rocking relationship with my awesome body – YeS!!
Going to gym for a 20 to 30 minute walk. All depending on how I feel and not what anyone tell me to do – yEs!!!!!
WE GOT THE HOUSE!!!! YYYYEEEEESSSSS!!
Greggie posted the most unbelievable post called When health becomes an addiction that is exactly what I needed to hear – yes!
I was supposed to be in Cape Town to do an Organic Orgasm talk at Lipsinc Sensual Boutique for one night and after a little begging on their parts (which was so very flattering) I will be there for two … Save the date Cape Town Girls … 16th and 17th March – Yessssss
I’m starting to teach guided meditations again. A small group but something I have missed and know I need myself – y.e.s!
Greggie rounded up a great job doing change management for a corporate. Something he totally rocks at and I’m so proud to be his partner and best friend … and now next door neighbour too! Tee hee hee, yes!!
UCit launched their first special to the Jozi peeps and it was so cool to know that there are future ventures ahead for us. I love new ideas and the potential of it all. Well done UCit … super yes!
It’s an awesomely busy week with plans every night. Our Tuesday night, that I’m actually looking forward to because of all the progress. Dinner with a dear friend tomorrow night. Starting a new archetypes course of Thursday night and a potential dinner with Inked. … Yes, brushing over everything for obvious reasons … but, yyyyes!
The response to Your Project Me Story is rocking with another awesome story by Carol Milner and a comment of thanks from her sponsor of choice, Food and Trees for Africa … I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face for ages … yippee yes!
Ooh, ooh … Colin and Natalie won the Oscars which totally made me smile. I know it was an obvious choice but I’ve had years where my faves didn’t win … and I NEEDED this win … yippiddy yes
Good gracious, I’m sure that’s enough for one day. That’s excitement overload and a long time coming.
Oh … one last thing … I ran out of bandwidth for the blog again!!! That’s another ‘project me’ upgrade needed right there … Yes! Yes! and Yes!!
With courage, consciousness & a sense of humour
