I know I should lose weight, it’s a no brainer! I know how too, so it’s not hard. Yeah Right!
I make up my mind each day that today’s the day, then buy a biscuit for morning tea (AND eat the fruit that was planned). Its not hunger, it’s not obsession it’s more than that. I’m not lonely or depressed, I guess I’m a little foodaholic or smokoholic and don’t know how to fix that. I just need to get on with it, go to the gym and cut my plate in half. By the way, I’m not a little over weight but I’m also not a sitting down because I’m too fat to get up kind of fat. I’m 120kg but I play sport, I can walk 72 holes of golf in a weekend, I’m actually not to bad at it, but I’m fat and therefore could be better.
So I’ve definitely got a can do should do but don’t!
My first instincts would be to say I’d love to spend a year studying in America. But, it would be just moving to another (albeit fabulous, bigger, up to the minute) English speaking, not too dissimilar place. I’ve done Africa so I’ve no inclination to go there. So I must stretch my boundaries and consider what culture would I like to learn more about, who has the historical interest, who’s language would I like to learn.
I might opt for Russia, it’s the climate, the language, the completely different culture, an opportunity to learn about different political opinions (or non opinions). The vast history and changing dynasties, hardships and struggle. What would I study, probably history and political science or geography and language/writing (learning about the authors and their work).
What would I learn outside of the class, probably a lot about the way things work and an opportunity to understand what I read in the news and compare that to what is real in the world of “everyday” Russia. I’d make the most of a Russian winter, travelling the snows and exploring the country side as it suffers the winter.
If I’ve offended any Russians by this post I apologise, it’s by dint of my lack of knowledge that I chose your beautiful country to learn and grow.
Reflections of the Mountains
I enjoy life, so I’m trying to make the most of it. I’ll be the one in the purple hat slip sliding into the funeral parlour one day. To have lived is to have had good times, to have survived the bad times, to have friends, to have eaten fabulous meals and seen fine sights. To this end I don’t spend a lot of time vacuuming, I chose to play golf, dig in the garden and read to my grandson. A life fully lived for me would be to have experienced new years eve in New York, to have visited Auschwitz to feel the spirit of those lost in war. I’ll eat haggis in Scotland and drink fine wine in France. I’ll read as many books as I can and knit jerseys, crochet funky coloured blankets for friends and children of friends – hoping they carry them around till they are grownups. I’ll have donated enough plasma (no whole blood anymore – damn malaria!) to save a hundred people’s lives, donated enough money to have made a difference to my chosen charities. I’ll have stories to tell and advice to dispense, I’ll be boring in my tales of golf courses played and will fill many scrapbooks with memories. But for right now, I’ll copy this list of successes so that I can make sure the bucket list is being ticked off and added to regularly.