Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Heads up

The Mothers' Day Classic is once again coming up on.....well, obviously, Mothers' Day. Even though it's still quite a few weeks away, you can download the registration form now from the website. The event raised $700,000 for breast cancer research last year.

Just thought I'd mention it.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Heavy traffic

So.... I just checked my blog stats and HOLY CRAP!! I'm more popular than a kid with a pool on a 35-degree day! I've had 10 times the usual visitors and from the UK, Europe, Alaska (do people actually live in Alaska then?) and goodness knows where else in the last 24 hours.

At first I thought it was one of those sex references again, you know, misguided porn-surfers stumbling onto the wrong site. But then I delved a little further and found that they were all checking me out because Shauna had mentioned me in glowing terms (aw shucks!) on her blog, The Amazing Adventures of Dietgirl.

Ah. That explains it. Shauna is of course, the equivalent of ....oh.... Jennifer Aniston? Madonna? (hey, at least I didn't say Britney Spears) in terms of blogger celebrity. If there were blogger Oscars, I'm sure she'd have several by now. Anyway, she's way cool and if you haven't already, you should go check her blog out. She's lost a bazillion pounds in weight, she has a sense of humour, and her fantasy is to swim in a vat full of Nutella. And she's an Aussie and uses FRANK LANGUAGE. What's not to like?


While I'm on the subject of cool bloggers, Kathryn's article in Women's Health & Fitness about measuring success other than by the scales was bloody brilliant. Get your buff arses to the newsagents, pronto and pick up a copy. Then go leave her a message and tell her how good it was.

Oh yeah, I said some stuff that she used in the article too. She even made me sound smart. :-D

Weird fact

Whenever I read the words peanut butter, I have this completely uncontrollable craving for the stuff.

PLEEEEEZE, bloggers, stop saying those words quite so much. It's bad for my waistline.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Tour de Melbourne

Here's something I learned today:

When you actually train for an event, planning well and putting in the effort for a few weeks, the event itself is a piece of cake. Huh. Who'd have thought?

It was a really well organised event with road closures, lane closures, plenty of marshalls and good signage, and even police at some intersections. Of course there were the usual morons showing off and acting dangerously, but mostly people were well-behaved. The weather was on our side - it stayed overcast most of the way, with the sun coming out to shine as we neared the finish line, so the temperature was perfect.

Getting up the Westgate bridge was really not much of an effort. My legs were feeling it, but I certainly wasn't going all-out. And as for my cardio fitness, I was breathing faster, but not even close to maximum effort. I didn't even break a sweat. We took about 2 hours to do the 30km course, but we were riding on city roads, with stop signs, roundabouts and traffic lights, not to mention cars and trucks to avoid. Plus you simply can't go fast when you're amongst a pack of cyclists with varying degrees of skill and strength. And we were hanging back, keeping pace with the Middle Child - didn't want to lose him, after all. So I wasn't unhappy with the time.
Tonight, my legs aren't the least bit sore or tired, and I feel like the whole thing was a bit of a doddle.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

PLEASE! Say it isn't so....

I was just idly surfing around the net, when I stumbled across something that scared the pants off me. No, not global warming, or some new and frightening worldwide pandemic. OK, that's a tautology - a pandemic is by definition worldwide, isn't it?

What was I saying again? Oh yeah - pants. Scared off. The cause was this question on Real Women's Fitness:

The answer? I have no idea. I was far too chicken to read on and find out. I'm not giving up coffee for ANYTHING.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Shoulders and feet

I had another session with the osteopath today. It felt really, really good........when she stopped.

I rounded off my day with a long-overdue visit to the podiatrist. My feet feel SO GOOD. It's unbelievable how good my feet feel. She even ground down my ugly elephant toenails and told me how to keep them under control so I can actually cut them like normal people. And I'm sure I must be at least half a kilo lighter after all the calloused skin she cut, scraped and sanded off my feet. Did I mention that my feet feel good?

When I got home I took my shoes off and made Bike Boy feel them - even he agreed they feel good.


I swear my local supermarket must exist in some kind of weird time warp. Today I was standing in the 8-items-or-less queue and as I idly glanced around, the weekly trash mags caught my eye. So with nothing better to do while I waited, I scanned the headlines.

It seems that Oprah's having a fat crisis, Britney's having a VERY public meltdown, Jennifer is having an on again/off again relationship, Anna-Nicole's tragic and destructive life has gotten even more tragic and Brad and Angelina are having marriage woes.

Um....weren't these the headlines 6 months ago? 12 months ago? Do people actually pay money to read this same crap over and over again?

Speaking of mags, Kathryn has an article in this month's Women's Health & Fitness and I'm hanging out for my copy. I've been very patient - I only checked at the newsagent three times today.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

This is going to be G.R.E.A.T.

I have a huge Body-for-LIFE support meet coming up next month. I'm so excited about it - I love getting together with other BFLers ....or just anyone who's into health and fitness. It's been a while since I had one of these meets, so this one is long overdue. Actually, the last one I had was quite small but very successful - not least because Aaron Ferguson turned up and had all the ladies swooning. :-D

Anyway, the upcoming meet is on Saturday the 24th March and I have some great things in store - champions Debbie Rossi and Brian Traylen are coming from interstate, I have a few successful challengers lined up to share their stories, there are giveaway goodies and door prizes and we'll be tasting some products that EAS have kindly donated. And of course we'll be eating. You can't have a BFL event without food..... somebody might faint from hunger if they had to go more than 3 hours without eating. I may even make a couple of my super-special desserts.... a girl has to have her free meal treats!

If anyone in Melbourne is interested in coming along, just email me via my FitBodies site (use the 'contact' page) and I'll send you all the details.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

OK, you got me there....

You Are Cookie Monster
Misunderstood as a primal monster, you're a true hedonist with a huge sweet tooth.
You are usually feeling: Hungry. Cookies are preferred, but you'll eat anything if cookies aren't around.
You are famous for: Your slightly crazy eyes and usual way of speaking
How you life your life: In the moment. "Me want COOKIE!"

The Sesame Street Personality Quiz

Office sex

Speaking of Bike Boy's Very Important Job, he had to come out to my office again yesterday for a meeting. At the end of the day, I was packing up to leave, and spotted him near the lifts, in earnest conversation with a couple of people - a guy I knew, and a woman I'd never seen before. He had his back to me, so I walked up behind him to say goodbye. I seriously considered (just for a second) sticking my tongue in his ear, but thought better of it and gave him a peck on the cheek instead. He turned and said he'd see me at home, then as I walked off, I heard him say: "that's my wife, by the way" Yeah, what else would she have thought? I wonder....

When he got home, I told him about the lewd impulse that I'd repressed and he laughed and said it was just as well, since the woman was some big-wig senior executive. And we all know THEY have no sense of humour.


By the way, if you use the word "sex" anywhere in your blog, it's amazing how many hits you get. Perverts.

Day off!

I'm home today - The Baby has come down with a snotty/sore throat/sneezy bug that made him shed tears this morning, he felt so sick. So no school for him, and since Bike Boy is way too indispensible these days to take a day off from his Very Important Job, it's my motherly duty to stay home and take care of the invalid.

What a shame. I may just have to take a nap, pick up the parcel that the post office are holding for me, do some net-surfing and catch up on some stuff around here. Of course, I'd much rather be at work. *tries to keep a straight face*

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Bikes, dodgy shoulders and crazy mind games

Boy, is it hot! I headed out on the bike nice and early this morning, but it was still a sweaty, unpleasant ride. I took The Middle Child with me, and he found it pretty hard going. I had to stop and wait for him quite a few times - but we still cut 6 minutes off the time it took the last time he came with me.

He'll make it OK on the ride next Sunday.... let's hope it's not this hot.


I decided it was time to sort out my various problem areas, so I saw an osteopath on Thursday. I was in there for an hour and a half! We did spend quite a bit of time going through my medical history (that's always a saga), but she must have poked, prodded and otherwise tortured me for a good hour.

She pinpointed all my tightest, sorest muscles... and then proceeded to poke her fingers right into them. I gritted my teeth and refrained from saying "Can you not do that?" The whole time she was telling me which muscle she was working on - supraspinatus, subscapularis, teres major.... whatever, it was VERY painful! Plus she showed me a couple of new stretches that are really effective for my shoulder and arm. Note to self: remember to use those.

My right shoulder has much less rotation than the left, so she's going to work on sorting that out, plus get stuck into my left hip, which is apparently contributing to my lower back problems.

I foresee many visits and many $$ in the future. Let's hope it helps.


LizN wrote a blog entry about diet and mental attitude that really hit home. As the beginning of March looms and I get closer to the start of what I call my 'serious' training, I'm finding myself struggling with food quite a bit. I know I've been dreading being on a diet again. I guess it's the same thought patterns that lead to that kind of last-minute binge mentality that a lot of people experience. You know, where you've decided to start a diet on Monday, so all weekend you shovel masses of food into your mouth like you're never going to get to eat again.

It's not that I hate the food, or get hungry, or even that I particularly want to eat crap. It's just the whole mental thing where, if you tell yourself you're dieting, you immediately feel deprived and want to eat more of the foods that aren't on your meal plan. Mind games, huh?

So, I need a new mental approach to this whole thing. That's going to take some work, but I'm sure I can do it.

Friday, February 16, 2007


I discovered on Wednesday that Book City near my office is closing down and having a stock clearance sale - 20% off everything. I paused for a moment to do a little happy dance at the news, then dashed straight over there to check it out....never mind that it wasn't time for my lunch break yet.

So, what to buy? I wandered up and down the aisles. Cookbooks? Fitness books? Health & lifestyle books? Novels, biographies, kids' books? Decisions, decisions....

Finally I settled on this:

Yay, a bodybuilding book, and by Arnie ...and a whopping great huge book, at that! Never mind what useful info it might contain, I reckon you could build fab muscles just lifting the book. It weighs a ton!


Today I had a rare free morning where I didn't actually have to be anywhere. So I slept till 7:00, got the kids up for school, had brekky, answered emails and did some washing, all at a leisurely pace. Pure bliss! Then I headed off to the gym at 10:00am..... it's a weekday, the place will be nice and quiet because everyone's at work, right? WRONG! It was probably the busiest I've ever seen it. Great.

I got through my leg workout OK, although I had to swap the order of a couple of exercises when somebody was using the leg press, plus I switched to barbell squats instead of Smith squats because the ever-popular Smith machine was in constant use.

A woman finished her set on the leg press and headed over to do some tri pushdowns, so I started loading plates on in preparation for my one-legged sets, when she comes back over and starts flapping her mouth at me. So I take my earphones out and smile politely and she tells me she's supersetting (leg press and tri pushdowns? OK, if you say so), and she only has one more set to do, so would I mind.....

She was a larger lady, maybe a size 20, and had this sort of tired, defeated look about her. So while she was doing her final set I commented to her that it's nice to see somebody using the leg press, since most of the women seem frightened of it. She immediately told me that she doesn't want to 'get big', so she's keeping the weights low and reps high, on the advice of her trainer. *sigh* I gently pointed out to her that I have lifted as heavy as I can for the past 3 years, and have gone from a size 18 to an 8. Her jaw hit the floor, and she told me about how she's been struggling with weight loss for some time. Then we had quite a long conversation about training, Body for LIFE and nutrition, and I gave her some website addresses to check out.

She left looking hopeful and positive. I feel a bit like I was meant to meet her. Do I believe in fate? Not sure, but sometimes when I step out of my routine just on a whim, interesting things happen.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Valentine's Day Part II

Lest anyone think this Valentine's Day caper is all one-sided, I bought Bike Boy a gift..... just a token, but carefully chosen after a lot of thought and given with lerve.

It was one perfect individual white chocolate truffle cake from Brown's. I couldn't find a pic, but it looked rather like this - only with a strawberry on top and some sticky-up bits of white chocolate instead of curls.

Some may not realise the significance of this, but it means that I went into a bakery - a gourmet bakery at that - and did NOT buy myself anything. Not a flourless chocolate muffin, not a tiny, jewel-like fruit flan, not a choc-chip cookie. Not one crumb touched my lips.

Talk about an iron will!

Is chocolate better than sex?

Hmm.... might have to test all of these out. There go my Saturdays for the next few weeks. I'm talking about chocolate tours, of course.

6 weird things about me

I was tagged by Jadey to blog about 5 things you don't know about me, then I was tagged by Sara to do this one. So I'm going to cheat and just pretend that the 5 things are included in the 6 things. :-D

1. I have elephant’s toenails. I’ve stubbed both my little toes so often that the nails have defensively grown into these REALLY thick, deformed-looking things that resist all attempts to be cut with nail scissors. I had to go buy these huge special podiatrist’s clippers to do the job and Bike Boy promptly named them “elephant toenail clippers”. So sweet….

2. I talk myself through tough workouts. Out loud. Which must be weird and slightly scary for passers-by when I’m pedalling my bike up a steep hill, going “Come ON girl! You can do it!” through gritted teeth.

3. My second toe is longer than my big toe and I can roll my tongue sideways – both apparently genetic traits inherited from my mother. I can’t wiggle my ears though – I had a friend at school who could and I always wanted to have that skill.

4. I’m a committed carnivore, but I cannot stand handling raw meat. Ugh. I have this special ‘disgusted’ facial expression I reserve for those occasions when I can’t avoid touching raw bits of dead animal. It’s hard to describe, but it includes kind of tensing up my neck and turning my mouth into a cat’s bum and then squinting. Really attractive, I assure you.

5. I used to need glasses for reading when I was in my mid-20s, then in my 30s I didn't need them any more and now in my 40s I need them again. I was quite short-sighted in one eye, so the other used to work overtime correcting my vision, which gave me headaches. Then, somewhere between 25 and 30, a bit of long-sightedness crept in and things kind of averaged out and voila! - No glasses required. Now the long-sighted thing is getting to the really annoying point where I have to hold small print at arm's length to read it. *sigh* Must make that optometrist appointment.

6. I detest reality TV. Except for America's Next Top Model. Yeah, Tyra Banks..... how embarrassing is THAT? Ooh, I just checked and there's a new series coming up. *pulls up a chair in front of the TV and waits*

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Valentine's Day

Valentine's day. Huh. Like Debstar, I never heard of it till I was in high school, and then it was a big non-event. Nobody took a blind bit of notice of it. Then I started Going Out With Boys and things changed. Yeah, I expected something romantic, and they couldn't see what all the fuss was about. In theory, I agreed that it was a load of commercial crap, and that we shouldn't need a Special Day to celebrate our true love. BUT...somehow I still wanted roses, dinner, champagne and romance.
I was destined to be disappointed.
When I met Bike Boy, he displayed the usual male cynicism about the whole thing. And of course, the fact that he was permanently skint only added to the certainty that, come February 14th, I'd get nothing. Nil. Zilch, zip, nada. Once in a while he'd surprise me and turn up with flowers, but after several years of marriage, even those dwindled.
So today I was at the office, and one of the girls I work with happened to ask one of the guys what he was getting his wife for Valentine's Day. His reply was 'nothing'. The conversation turned to the commercialism of the whole thing and blah, blah, blah....It went round and round and round. I got sick of the argument and chipped in:
"Look. It's simple. You buy your wife flowers. You get sex. Everybody's happy. Win-win."
Why can't men understand this simple rule?
Jim Schembri obviously does.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

I've fallen in love!

It's true. I'm fickle. My Running Bare Tai Chi pants have been relegated to a poor second best. My new first love is now.....

LEAN DESSERT PROTEIN. This stuff is sensational! It cannot possibly be good for you, no, no, no! It just tastes way too good. I bought the whipped vanilla cream flavour and it shakes up so thick and sweet and creamy and...mmm...

I knew Monica wouldn't lie to me!

Now, if I could just figure out a way to wear this stuff.....

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Caught on film

Yes, we DID go to Koko Black. I selflessly bought some white chocolate (yuk!) with pistachios and raisins and some nougat for Bike Boy.
.....Oh alright, so I also bought 5 delicious truffles and a bag of chocolate leaves (the ones KB use for making their DIVINE hot chocolate). As the photos show, Selina had a tough time deciding, but she left with some goodies too. Mine are still uneaten, but I'm betting that won't be the case for long.

Training's done - now for the shopping!

Considering my disastrous week, what with power blackouts, lack of sleep, losing our doggie, drunken husbands coming home at 2:00am (yeah, that's a story for a whole other blog entry) and all, I'm pretty impressed that I managed to get all my workouts in.

This morning I was up early and out on the bike, did my 20kms with no problems, but for some reason it took 3 minutes longer than last week. Dammit! Maybe that's because I only did my leg workout yesterday, thanks to my screwed-up schedule. Whatever, I HATE it when I can't at least equal my previous performance. I'm so competitive, even with myself. Is that weird?

Now I'm going to go get cleaned up and put on something other than workout clothes, and then head off to the city to meet Selina for an afternoon of shopping, eating, chatting, sightseeing, shopping, and eating. I did promise her a visit to Koko Black.... but I'm secretly hoping she's already been, so I don't have to set foot in there. That place is EVIL, I tell ya!

Saturday, February 10, 2007

I can't believe I forgot this!

The 2006 Body-for-LIFE champs were announced a few days ago. And I forgot to mention it! Oops.

Friday, February 09, 2007


Our 10-year-old Samoyed, Casper, died yesterday. He was old in doggy terms, and had a million things wrong with him.... which is how we ended up with him in the first place.... but he was part of the family. He was increasingly crippled with arthritis, had a horrible skin condition that had the vet mystified and left him with odd-looking bald patches - including his tail, which was completely nude - and in recent years his eyesight and hearing weren't too good. But he was happy enough - he would wag his tail madly whenever one of us went outside, and spent hours lying contentedly outside the shed door while Bike Boy brewed beer or did whatever else it is that men do in their sheds.
A few weeks ago we realised that we weren't going to have him for long. He was just slowing down and showing less interest in food, stray cats crossing the yard or anything at all, really. Then when Bike Boy arrived home from work yesterday, dripping with sweat after his bike ride, he found Casper lying on the lawn, where he'd just died in his sleep in the sunshine. He then had to break out the crowbar and shovel to dig through the rock-hard soil and bury the poor old guy down behind the shed.
Every time I look out the window, I still expect to see him sleeping on the doormat. :-(

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Foiled again!

I have some rare free time this afternoon. The kids are at school and all my client sessions are done. I really should catch up on some bookkeeping or make some phone calls, but I am so tired, like my eyes keep closing on me kind of tired, that I decided a nana nap was in order. I was really looking forward to laying my head on the pillow, closing my eyes and drifting off to la-la land.

That was before two men in overalls arrived next door and began doing things involving hammers, drills and possibly a jackhammer, from the sound of it.

No sleep for me.

Training good.

My week's getting back on track after the shaky start to training. Yay!

Yesterday I did my upper body workout and really pushed myself. Have I mentioned that I hate, hate, HATE tricep pushups? They were a relatively new addition to my program and I've been struggling with them. They're supersetted with cable pushdowns, and come straight after chest in my workout, which is a pretty big ask. I hadn't actually managed to get through all sets so far - I always failed short of my 8 reps on sets 2 and 3. But yesterday, I gritted my teeth and got it done. Yeah! Everything else went well too, and I finished training with that I can't lift my arms, how the hell am I going to drive home? feeling.

Today I got my bike intervals in, and as long as I manage to squeeze in some cardio somewhere on Saturday, I'll get all my sessions in.

Food however, has been a little off. Yesterday afternoon, there was a fairly major chocolate incident and the day before, a couple of pretty poor choices. This morning the little cartoon lightbulb went on above my head - I'm WAY short on sleep. I've been up till after midnight every night since Sunday and I'm still getting up between 5:30 and 6:00am. I do have a lot on: new clients, enquiries coming in thick and fast, program updates for current clients, plus a big 'thing' I'm working on (more on that later) and I still haven't got my January newsletter out (oops). But that's no excuse. I know that for me, sleep deprivation is a trigger for eating crap, so I can't afford to allow my sleep time to be eroded.

Sara can explain all about the relationship between sleep deprivation and bingeing.... seretonin receptors and all that scientific stuff. All I know is that when I don't sleep enough, I eat too much.

So my number 1 goal for the next few days is to be in bed by 10:00pm. If anyone catches me online after that time, give me a virtual slap, will you?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

My lovely lady lumps.......robot-style?

Being a Black-Eyed Peas fan, I just loved this piece of silliness.

Duracells. *snort*

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

And again I say: Gah!!

Things didn't improve much this morning - I headed off to the office nice and early, then had to exit the freeway to avoid a big traffic jam and go the back way around Fawkner cemetary. Only it turned out that was a really big mistake. A huge smash involving a water tanker on the Tulla meant that all the back streets of Pascoe Vale were banked up for miles with traffic trying to get on or off the freeway.

I sat, practically within view of the office, for almost 45 minutes - so my trip to work took an hour and a half. I WAS planning to get in early so I could leave early. *sigh* I figured that gritting my teeth and fuming was pointless though, so I used the time to fill in my log book, listen to the Scared Weird Little Guys on the radio and play some of Nora Jones' new CD.

On the plus side, my day DID include coffee, so it's not all bad.


I stayed up way too late last night finishing some work, so it was a major effort to haul myself out of bed this morning at 5:30. In fact, it took me until 5:58 to get myself standing upright.

So I was more than a little miffed when I arrived at the gym to find members and staff milling around in the car park, because THERE WAS A POWER BLACKOUT! Come on, TXU, get your act together, I have a cardio workout to do!! I sighed and got back into the car to drive to the skanky gym. I was just in time to catch the news on the radio, where one of those disgustingly chirpy girls was announcing that there was a power blackout in Epping. Yeah, thanks a lot. THEN she continues on with ....and power is out all down High St Thomastown too. AARGH! What's the chances of the skanky gym (which is right next door to High St) having power then?

I made a U-turn and just headed home. Looks like I'll have to make up a cardio session somewhere later in the week.

Shoulda stayed in bed that extra hour.

Monday, February 05, 2007

For Sara L

Sara was admiring my pants in the below pic, so here's the lowdown on them.

I'm so in love with them I can hardly bear to take them off. They're my current faves - the brand is Running Bare, and they're apparently "tai chi pants" (which are completely different to yoga pants. Obviously).

They were mucho expensive, and I paid full price too. That is SO unlike me (the queen of the factory outlets), but I just had to have them!

Sadly, they need washing. Luckily, I bought a second pair - in green - so I'm happily wearing those tonight instead.


Sunday, February 04, 2007

Belly bling


If you noticed the chaos on the bed behind me, that's because the in-laws are unexpectedly coming over this arvo, so I'm cleaning up. Which in my world, means throwing all the mess into the bedroom and closing the door.

I may be messy, but I'm honest.....

Saturday, February 03, 2007

You know what I hate?

I really, REALLY get pissed off when I find one of my recipes posted on a blog or forum, and the author doesn't bother to give me credit. I'm sure there must be some sort of blogging law against that or something.

I'm happy for the joy to be spread around, but I mean, really - is it too much trouble to say "I found this great recipe of Kek's and it was so good, I wanted to share it with y'all"?

Grrr. You know who you are.

OK, bitching over.

Disclaimer: I'm not referring to anyone I actually 'know', so relax! Just some posts I've come across, via a link from a link from a know how that goes.

And I'm DEFINITELY not referring to Sara T's recipe blog, which everyone should go check out, pronto. Go on, what are you waiting for?

Kids! You gotta love 'em...

...otherwise, you'd find yourself driving them to a remote location far, far away and pushing them out of the car, before speeding off very fast.

Sairs asked what the brood thought about my new adornment. Here's how it went down:

I didn't tell any of them beforehand - including Bike Boy. I came home this afternoon, lifted my top and showed him the wee bandage and he laughed and said he thought it was cute.

Number One Son was in the kitchen with his bestie, Bec. So I said to Bike Boy "watch me freak him out". Yes, I am a cruel, cruel mother. I walked in, lifted my shirt and he looked puzzled. So I spelled it out. Bec says "Wow. Cool, Mum." (she always calls me Mum) Number One Son meanwhile stood there completely speechless, with a look of total horror on his face. Which made me laugh my arse off. Bec looks at him and says "What? It's cool" and he says "But you're OLD, Mum".

The other two both said "Eeuw! Weird." or words to that effect.

Yeah thanks, kids. Way to make your Mum feel good.

Stop doing that, will you!!

I'm a bit distressed tonight. I just discovered that the Middle Child is officially a smidge (yes, of course that's a proper unit of measurement!) taller than me.
Another baby getting all grown up. I hate it when they do that!

All is revealed

I warn you (again) - this is going to be a huge let-down. No skydiving, bungee jumping or wrestling crocodiles. And NO, not a Brazilian. Are all your minds permanently focused below the navel?

Anyway, I didn't chicken out. AND as for what it was.... I had my belly button pierced.

Told you it would be a let-down.

It may be nothing to all you young chicks, but I am so conservative - you can really have no idea. A complete and utter fuddy-duddy, that's me. But I'm now a fuddy-duddy with a bit of belly bling.

Edit: For Jadey (who's VERY impatient!)'s a pic of the 'bling'. The bling-in-belly pic will have to wait for the dressing to come off.


Check it out:

The clip takes a while to download, but it's veeeeeery impressive!

I so want one of these...our Sony Wega flat screen TV (which I won in a radio comp back in 1999) is looking a little dated compared to the latest technology.

Well, this sucks!

Got an email from Amazon this morning. It reads:

Hello from

We are sorry to report that we will not be able to obtain the following item from your order:
Bill Phillips "Transformation: How to Change EVERYTHING"

Though we had expected to be able to send this item to you, we've since found that it is not available from any of our sources at this time. We realize this is disappointing news to hear, and we apologize for the inconvenience we have caused you.

We must also apologize for the length of time it has taken us to reach this conclusion. Until recently, we had still hoped to obtain this item for you.

We have cancelled this item from your order.

I ordered this book back in August - it was due out in January. Then in early January I got an email from Amazon to say it had been delayed and would be released a couple of weeks late, so I'd get it some time in February. Now this!

So I went and checked and sure enough, the site says that the book is now due for worldwide release on 19th MAY!

Has Bill's typewriter broken down or something?

Friday, February 02, 2007

Casino Royale

We LOVED the movie... not to mention the whole Gold Class experience. We did the full 3-course dinner with drinks, which would normally have made us choke at the cost, but luckily we received a gift card for Christmas that took care of most of the bill. I did indulge in one drink, a lovely glass of Freixenet, but then stuck to water. Yes, it probably should have been a martini, but I do love bubbly things.

There's nothing nicer than sprawling in a big comfy recliner, watching a movie on the big screen, while minions scurry around bringing you food and drinks. Might try it at home - I'm sure I can train the kids to cook and wait on us, if I beat them enough.

But back to the movie. Daniel Craig definitely plays a different, rougher, earthier James Bond, and I like his 'down and dirty' character. Did I say rough? He seemed to spend an awful lot of the film bleeding all over the place.

As for the man himself, I spent the entire movie trying to decide if he's actually attractive or a bit repulsive. I do LOVE those blue eyes - but there's something not quite right about his body. I can't put my finger on it, but his torso just looks odd to me. I discussed it with Bike Boy over a coffee after the film, but we couldn't come up with a definitive answer on what the problem was. Anyone?

Friend or foe?

Tonight we're heading off to Gold Class at Crown to FINALLY see Casino Royale, and I fully intend to take advantage of the nummy food on offer. I'll abstain on the alcohol though - I'm driving. *sigh* As usual.
Of course going out to eat on a Friday night led me to a scale dilemma - Saturday is my normal weigh-in day, but weighing after a free meal? We all know that's a really BAD idea. So, do I wait till Sunday and hope that the bloat has subsided? Or weigh a day early? But then that's only 6 days since my last weigh-in, and.... you know.... that could affect the result too.

Decisions, decisions.

I know, I know, I'm a complete freak about this stuff - of course it makes no difference in the long run, but I have my routines and rituals and I hate to deviate from them. A 'bad' scale reading can really send me into a tailspin, even when I know the reason for it.

Anyway, in the end I decided to take the 'day early' route, and jump on the scales this morning. And lo and behold: an entire 1/2 kilo has disappeared this week. Training has been perfect, food also (no skimping on protein or subbing in a glass of wine as a carb portion) (not that I'd do that....), so I'm confident that it's all fat. I'll see what the tape measure tells me on Sunday - fingers crossed my bicep measurement is holding steady.


By the way, I've booked in to do something completely out of character tomorrow. I'll post about it afterwards....... if I don't chicken out.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

The suspense is killing me!

The 2006 Body-for-LIFE champions are about to be announced any day now. There's been a teaser up on the BFL site for almost 2 weeks now and it's driving me CRAZY. I check in there at least 20 times a day, just in case they've posted up photos yet.

I do have some insider info on a few of the categories, but I'm not telling....

All will be revealed very soon!