Seriously.
Aside from the wedding.
And the trip to Cape Town.
Why didn’t the well.i.am challenge start in August??
Tag: diet
It has been a Hard Week | Fit Bitch
Still alive (it’s awkward)
Which means I’m not allowed to indulge in my pre-Apocalyptic, pre-Rapture, pre end-of-the-world-we’re-going-to-die-anyway favourite meal and most recent craving: baked apple cinnamon goodies.
Somebody alert the authorities, I’ve got criminal intent… to eat lots of apple pie.
Winter wonder-why-I-want-chocolate-land
I’m a bear. Rowr.
At least that’s how I feel in winter.
I want to stuff my face in a never-ending waterfall of carbs and curl up with a heated blanket and never, ever leave my house again. Ever. Maybe quick forays into Pick ‘n Pay are acceptable (to stock up on Milo), but in general, no. No leaving the flat.
I’m going to blame these dark desires for sugar and DVDs on evolution.
Um… yeah…
Yeah, in the crotch!
This year for Lent I’m giving up…
Lent is around the corner; and this year I’ve decided to actually give something up. The question is, what?
This is where YOU, helpful reader, come in. I’ve listed some of the things I’d hate to stop indulging in. Whichever one gets the most votes I will wave sadly good-bye to for 40 long, long days.
Now exert some control over my life by voting:
Epic fail
I believe we can rate fails on the level of their failure. An example of a little fail is like when my car drove over a bump, the CD paused and my very loud, very out-of-tune and very, very embarrassing singing to Ke$ha’s ‘We R Who We R’ rang out.
Fat as a fiddle
In a moment of intense private humiliation, I realised what was wrong with my goggles just before I started swimming. They were upside down.
It’s hard to do the right thing when there’s syrup involved
I know it’s time to go to gym when I start doing mental plastic surgery every time I catch my reflection in the mirror.
Is it weird in here, or is it just me?
I’m beginning to suspect my office is less normal than it appears.
Mission Succexy 