30 Days of Truth

As I was reading through my Google Reader buildup this morning and contemplating starting to drink coffee to my brain won't be so fuzzy in the morning, I came across this post from Miss Zoot.

While a post about why she hates herself may not seem like such a good thing, it's all part of a blog challenge called 30 Days of Truth that she found at Angel Believes.

Well, considering the fact that I think this place needs a little spicing up, I decided to join in. Why not? And November is thirty days long, starting on a Monday, so...

I've decided to give this a go with November 1st being day one. If anyone else wants to join in or already has, please let me know. I'll add you to my feed reader so I can check out your posts. :)

Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself


So, Here's the Thing...

I'm fat, I want to get fit and I'm curious...

How many people out there are using walking (or speed walking or jogging or running) as your primary form of exercise?

When did you get start? How long/far/many steps did you start with? What about now?

What is your ‘must have’ piece of equipment? (Water bottle, mp3 player, the right shoes…)

Any advice for someone who is looking to start a walking routine?



Christmas is Coming

Ack! Hide the children!

Christmas is coming...

Unlike in the US, where you at least have the buffers of Halloween and Thanksgiving to help stem the flow of Christmas into the earlier months, Australia doesn't have those holidays. We have 'The Race That Stops The Nation', which is something - but it's nothing to most retail shops.

And Christmas is starting to seep in...

Now, I love Christmas. I still feel like it should happen in July when it's actually cold, but I've since fallen in love with the Chrissy barbie. Usually including a heap of prawns in our household.

But still, those are things I want to look forward to. To think 'oh, we'll be able to do that again soon' at odd moments when my mind is drifting. I don't want Christmas items to start smacking me in the face in the middle of bloody October! It's one thing in the middle of November, but this is just getting stupid.

You can be promised that I'm not even going to think about getting out the tree until mid-December, so why should I have the visual assault on my eyes more than a month before the actual holiday happens?

Am I just puffing smoke? Are there people out there who actually like all this early Christmas crap being whipped out at shops?



I Think We Can Safely Say... Spring is Here

Well, it may have taken a while beyond its official switchover for spring to finally arrive, but it has.

We've all been enjoying the increase in sunshine by opening up all the doors and windows when we can. It still gets too cold at night to keep them open, but at least we still get the benefits of fresh air.

Asimov has finally grown big and strong enough to get over the back fence. Sigh. He's grown so big! And given me a heart attack the first time he disappeared. He's still a guts at heart, though, and always comes back for food. And for cuddles with me.

Now if only he'd put a little more weight on before trying to take on full grown crows...


Friday Funny - Animal Edition

Not Want Bath

This Coffee Smells Like Crap


Say Hello to My Little Friend...

Say hello to my little friend, a brown spot toward the inside of my thumb. It looks tiny, but this little spot is what prompted my paranoia post earlier this week. You see, this spot turned up about March this year, comparable to the head of a pin. I only noticed it because that's the hand I write with - and because it's in a place that doesn't get a heck of a lot of sun.

Then it grew. With a vine-like brown lines, the teeny tiny spot began to grow, branching out not in an even circle but unevenly. Over the course of the year since March, the spot has been taking up more and more of my attention.

Call me paranoid if you like (I think I welcomed you too in the previous post, too), but cancer runs in my family. It killed my grandmother. It's killing my mother. And skin cancer is the most commonly diagnosed cancer in Australia. I think I'm okay to be a little paranoid about a spot.

So I finally went to the doctor (GP) to get it checked out today, and I have a referral to a skin specialist. The GP was perplexed at its location and wanted a specialist to check it out before they went cutting it out. I don't get in to see the specialist until next month, but I'm okay with that. So long as I have an appointment.

The picture doesn't seem to show it right. But maybe it just seems bigger to me.

Wordless Wednesday

I can haz glamor shot?


Sometimes It's Good to Be Paranoid

A couple days ago, I told my husband that I needed to go to the doctor. I have a small spot on my thumb that has been growing ever so slowly since the beginning of this year. It's now stopped growing and is getting darker.

Time to get it checked.

On Sunday night I got really sick after not feeling quite right for the whole day. That night I ended up with cramps, vomiting and a very unpleasant night. I told my husband that, while I might not like the decision when I'm feeling better, I'm going back to a raw diet (with the exception of sushi rice because handrolls are a staple in my diet when I'm on the go). I'm tired or reacting to foods and growing more and more sensitive to everything.

We went shopping and stocked up on fruit, vege, and raw fruit and dried nuts to make trail mix.

Exercise consists of going for walks about five minutes because my tailbone is so our of it.

Time to go to the chiro.

I've become paranoid all the sudden. I'm paranoid about my thumb. About cancer - breast cancer spreading to bone and liver cancer - the cancer that killed my grandmother. I'm paranoid about the tumors, though benign, that they found in my mother's breast. I'm paranoid about the tumor they found in her brain. I'm paranoid about the heart problems and diabetes that run rampant in my family.

Why it's taken me this long to get paranoid, I don't know, but I'm embracing the paranoia. Because it's the paranoia that's going to motivate me to save my life.



It looks like spring has finally sprung in Melbourne! We actually had humidity today due to a light ran after a weekend of sun. I'm never a fan on humidity, but I'd almost forgotten what it was!

I've been trying to get out and enjoy the sunshine while it's happening. It's gone a long way to helping my mood improve. But, at least I know that I do get SADD and will be prepared next winter with vitamin D tablets.

Unfortunately, other things in my life aren't going that great. The Bloke has been very supportive and friends have, too, but the situation is pretty sucktastic. Apparently I'm not supposed to give a damn. Who knew? I missed the memo.

All of it really has me contemplating - and I'm not the only one. In the end it'll all work out for the best, but it sucks to be in it at the moment.

Life goes on, I'm tired and cranberry vodka.

Anyone have a martini?