For three months along with a classic Petz workout regime. Which includes a lot of walking, running, weights and other forms of cardio.
After the three months? Who knows.
Living in England, I’ve truly have fell in love with the drinking culture. A little bit too much *facepalm*
Oh yes, I will be blogging about my process.
I’ll let you in on a horrible habit of mine, I have a tendency to buy books… read the first couple of chapters and let them collect dust on my bookshelf. That’s all going to change! I would love to read at least 50 books by the end of 2014.
I do have a kindle (I’m a techie…sue me) but there’s nothing like holding a book.
I finished reading “A Street Cat Named Bob” within three weeks. The story was an absolute delight, I fit the prototype lesbian who loves cats. Especially ginger cats.
James Bowen, the author and parent of Bob the cat, takes us through this wonderful journey on how they met and subsequently how they saved each other.
James is a recovering addict, one evening he finds a scrawny cat by one of his neighbor’s flats. No one claimed the cat and James took him in. What was suppose to be a temporary living situation turned into an unbreakable bond.
James named the cat Bob and their tale begins…
Even if you’re not an animal or cat lover, this book really touches the heart. One of these days I hope I get to catch a glimpse of James and Bob. Maybe Bob can paw-print my copy of his book! Of course I would love an autograph from James too! ;)
Here in the UK, we woke up to some devastating news yesterday morning. The body believed to be Mikaeel was discovered, I didn’t get the news until early in the afternoon when I saw Sunny & Shay’s tweet.
I was at the bus stop and let out a scream… my tweet back to Sunny & Shay pretty much summed up my emotions at that very second. “No!!! Omg :( #RIPMikaeel”
A group of us took out our cell phones and exchanged small talk on what we were reading. Some people called their love ones, some people started weeping and others were in disbelief.
I’m 30-years-old, perhaps my motherly instincts are kicking in. I think looking at his picture and following the story, I saw the children in my life that I love dearly. I’m pretty sure most of you must of felt the same way, especially my friends who have kids. Children are a blessing.
When it came to crunch time…hundreds of people all around Scotland offered to help be a part of the search party. It reminded me that when it comes to a child’s well being, whether we are connected to the child or not, it’s important to step up and help. It could be your child next…You would expect the community to respond in the same way.
Before I got to the bus stop, I took my usual way through Hayes Town. I heard a little boy crying like there was no tomorrow. The guardian had him cornered against the wall. I can’t say if she was ready to smack him but it sure looked like it.
I definitely didn’t want to invoke more fear, but I got a little closer and told the guardian…”Don’t you dare lay a hand on that child.” She shot me a dirty look and walked off with him.
You can say…Petz it’s none of your business. I personally don’t believe in hitting, my mother never hit me. All she had to do was use this tone of voice and the look. I knew I better behave or no Nintendo.
But once someone strikes a child in public or in-front of me, you bet I’m going to make it my business.
But my point is as a society we need to pay a little more attention to these types of situations. They could be benign and just be a guardian/child having a growing pain. Or there could be something more sinister and we should raise our voice for the child.
RIP Sweet Angel. xxx
Took a break from the gym yesterday, wasn’t in the right head space, which should be all the more reason to work out. But said something stupid and paid the price. But the rest was good for my muscles. Today I was back at it, surprisingly I’m picking up the pace with my walking. Compared to 7 miles, I made it to the gym in 5 1/2 miles.
How’s your juice fast going? (assuming some of you reading this are juicing)
My motor for the duronic came in today, I had this fear I might break my landlord’s blender. I’m happy I have my juicer back. Hopefully this motor will last.
I’m decided to take advantage of the cold weather and ended up walking 14 miles. Technically the gym from my house is 1.8 miles… but I took the long route, which was nice. At least it didn’t rain, my legs are killing me though.
Had a good gym session, got my body fat measured. I’ll be keeping track of the stats and post them my day 90 post. I’ve even considered doing this for 100 days.
I’m feeling the positive benefits slowly coming into place. I’m much more calmer and not feeling so sick and down. Honestly it would make my day if I got a job before the new year. I know something will come through…
Right now I’m enjoying a nice spinach/tomato/garlic juice. It’s like pizza in a bottle lol.
Surprisingly the Stockley Park Virgin Active Gym doesn’t make juices, they make smoothies instead, which is fine with me. I wasn’t too happy with the concentrate apple juice added in though. It kind of made me feel queasy, you can just tell between fresh juice and box juice.
But the gym is great, unlike Ealing they got a very nice spa area too. That’s always a perk, I might take advantage the spa this weekend.
I like this area better… the U4 is quick and efficient and fast compared to the E6. It’s right by my door. For what it’s worth, I’m saving money. I miss working though, have a couple of interviews lined up this week. It would be the best Christmas present to get a job. Thanks for all your warm thoughts and wishes.
I’m finally settled in my new place, got the internet up and here I am! The bad news though, the duronic motor burnt out. Had to get creative today and just squeeze juice from a lemon and an orange. Drank a lot of water too.
Anyways as luck would have it, I found a replacement motor, for now I’m just going to have to use my housemate’s blender.
I entered the lastminute.com contest where the winner will get to travel every weekend on lastminute’s quid for a year. Over £50k worth of travel time.
Even though… I don’t have my job yet, I figured this would be a wonderful opportunity to reconnect with my free spirited self.
As far as I can tell over 185,000 entries have been submitted so far. I’m truly living by the company’s name, I produced this video last night.
Even if I don’t win, at least I’m glad I attempted. It’s been awhile since I put myself in front of a camera. It’s definitely a positive sign that I’m feeling better about my looks and regaining my high level of self esteem.
My goal is after I find a job is to travel at least once a month and to share my adventures with all of you.
If you want to be spontaneous as well, go to www.lovelivinglastminute.com to enter the lastminute.com Spontaneity Champion competition. With up to £50k to spend on a year of spontaneous travel and experiences. Let’s all #bespontaneous!
I moved half my stuff to my new place and the other half goes today. I’m going to miss my old room, but looking forward to starting a clean slate. I keep thinking a new job will fall into place. Just stuck with light green juice yesterday and trying to finish off all my veggies and fruits before I move.
Hopefully I’ll have internet access tonight.
Juicing: Day 11
Today started off filled with hope and promise…turned out to be —- don’t know how to describe it, it’s all just a blur. Maybe all of my toxins have finally come to the surface, early this afternoon I got violently ill. i couldn’t even keep water down. I switched off my phone to kill the noise pollution. Deactivated my Facebook. As of right now, I feel better. Taking little sips of water and juice. (physically) But mentally, I think I just need a good night sleep.
Sometimes my mind is like a movie screen, replaying events. The best summer of my life…today everything came crashing down. I didn’t break the fast though, at the end of the day I’m doing this for me. No one else.
This just means a new adventure ahead. I think I’ve reached that point of no return where you cry so much, you just can’t cry anymore. Time to release and let go.