5 month challenge or life?

With 5 months (or less?) to go until our wedding and a recent diagnosis of PCOS and fast-diethuge change in our year, I’ve decided to tackle intermittent fasting as a way to lose weight and fit into my wedding dress (or by another if it doesn’t work).

So far it has gone well. We did a fast day last Thursday when I worked from
home and it was manageable. The thought that it was only for the day and that I’d eat properly again tomorrow made the concept a lot easier to deal with. Leon is doing it with me in support and for the other health benefits I told him about. He is pretty keen to disprove it however I did remind him that like any diet, lifestyle, religion, political beliefs it all comes down to choice. We shall see how he goes with it. He did tell me he felt really good on Friday and seemed surprised by this

After an awesome roast dinner last night we are fasting again today. I need to do a lot more research into exercise and fasting. I’m still struggling to get up and work out before work but I know that at the end of the day I am equally lazy. Imagine if work paid us to work out during work hours?! Technically my employer does in that they encourage exercise breaks throughout the day especially at lunch (I should know as I do promote health & wellness).

I must admit I am finding it hard to stick to a routine lately partly due to the fact I know it will all change when I travel up to Townsville for a month. It’s probably something I just need to suck up and do. Stop watching so much TV and get on with more important things.

Maybe after GoT and Veep season has finished and I stop looking for new TV shows?  I discovered Silicon Valley on the weekend which makes me dream of working for a tech start-up apart from the fact I can’t program and the only IT skill posses is a self-confessed early adoption of technology (says the person with the iPhone 5c).

I stand quietly

Dirty, Naked & Happy

I stand quietly while you do somersaults on the bed as you aren’t being naughty, you are just trying to get your out of sync body under control.

I stand quietly by the toilet door every time you need to go, and come with you around the house, and sometimes even just across the room, because I know you can feel truly frightened when you are not near me.

I stand quietly at the supermarket checkout while everyone stares at you barking like a dog and blowing raspberries on my arms to cope with the buzzing lights.

I stand quietly while you tell the baffled shop owner that you are looking for shoes that feel hard like splintered wood because your skin can’t bear soft things.

I stand quietly when the attendant gives us scornful looks when I ask for the key to the disabled toilet because the hand dryer…

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#HighFunctioningMeans

This is put so well

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Intro: #HighFunctioningMeans – and its siblings, #LowFunctioningMeans and #FunctioningLabelsMean are trending on Twitter right now. For insight into what neurodiverse people really think of functioning labels, I suggest you check those tags out. I participated in the hashtag, and in my usual verbose way, I realized that I’d completely flood it if I posted all that’s in my brain, but I’m perseverating on it so I decided to turn it into a post. 

Content note: There are some offensive views I’ve written about in a first-person sense for reasons of satire. Content note for ableism and abuse. 

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The long wait

In the spirit of avoiding long commutes I have recently swapped a fly in- fly out job for a city position with a ~3 hour daily commute and a pay cut. The price you pay for a home life and opportunity. Not that I’m complaining, I have been told numerous times that commuting is “just what city people do”.

But commutes come in handy especially when you have made the crazy decision to do further university study while working full time.

Staring at the seemingly insurmountable pile of readings that have built up over the past 8 day swing worries me somewhat but then I think about a colleague of mine who managed post-graduate study while working in a very busy role while doing fifo AND raising two young daughters…. I’ve got nothing.

So I’m going to suck it up, put my money where my mouth is (I claim to be good at organising work) and get on with it.

Born out of laziness

After the 70th or so failed attempt to keep a journal of my deepest, darkest ramblings in an attempt to sort them out and diagnose myself as sane and “together” I’ve decided to start another blog. When I say another this comes after a “comical” teenage blog full of in-jokes which was shut down after some friendships fell apart. Then there was the inevitable travel blog which dried up when I got a full time job and “life” prevented any real travel to interesting places for enough time to allow adventure to happen.

I also like the idea of having a cool-looking webpage with my own content and fairly obvious observations published for the world to see (shame there aren’t any funky Kiki-k designed templates). After recently relocating to Sydney there is likely to be many new experiences to comment on and add to the endless drone of online opinion. Let the originality ensue.